Limo and Big.
Dogs that mean business.
Just like my assistant, Buster.
Kiko greets people at The Green House.
Diva oversees Hemphill Insurance.
Dozer cracks the whip at Mason County News.
Boca supervises Rollie’s RPM Painting.
And Limo and Big watch four-legged customers come and go at Reigning Cats & Dogs on the square.
Some of the canine customers leave cleaner than when they arrived.
And some leave with better manners too.
Thanks to Lenore’s obedience training.
(Which is really for the people, not their dogs.)
And then there’s all the ranch dogs that come into town.
Riding in the backs of pick-ups.
Always ready, always waiting for their owners.
Let’s face it.
Dogs are weird.
Unless you are one.
And the more we relate to a dog, the weirder we get.
Dogs know exactly what they’re doing.
Digging and jumping chewing and barking their way into our hearts.
Dogs aren’t into subterfuge like cats.
Or being passive aggressive.
Dogs like their people.
Cats consider the issue hour by hour.
But dogs aren’t dumb.
They’re more like silly sorcerers.
Or goofy diplomats.
Serious positions, to be sure.
But always with a healthy dose of hilarity.
Which explains the names we give them.
Cookie. Old Blue.
Buddy. Little Bit.
Jack and Jake.
Little Mack. Gracie.
Skip and Spoon.
I could go on and on.
But doggone it, I’m outta room.
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square.