The Boss

This post was loosely based on my grandson’s dog, Dexter. Dexter is a Boston Terrier/rat terrier, mixed breed, that assumed the role of ruler of the other canine subjects in the household. I will be visiting Dexter, his owner, and others the next few days.

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Dexter was the boss. Not because of business acumen, or people skills; certainly not because he ever wanted to be.

He became boss, because handlers and staff, convinced him that was the way things should be.  If things went wrong, there was no one else to blame.

“Wolf fangs” bared when things didn’t go right. The offenders backed down. If they didn’t, staff intervened.

“Dexter, what a good manager you are,” They chorused. Everyone believed it–especially Dexter.

With a sigh, Dexter loosened his collar.  Ego massages were so refreshing.

Allthenewsthatwasn’t news.  Wasn’t that pitiful?  Alone again on Saturday night.

Dexter, cared little what others thought of him.  There was nothing left to prove.

He lay on his back, fancied himself running carefree through an open meadow.

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Afterthoughts

I sheltered inside most of the day. Waited for Hurricane Michael to pass through–for better or worse.

Clouds rotated counterclockwise from north to south. Verification of meteorologist’s predictions, that we were on the “safer” west side of the storm.

From a few early morning sprinkles, came heavy rain. What was yet to come?

This evening, the sun peeked out. It was not as bad as it could have been.

A sobering thought, because my good fortune, meant others weren’t as fortunate.

Television meteorologists struggled to stand, when Michael came ashore. Their tenacity, to cover the weather event, defied logic.

A few remnant, scud clouds, raced counterclockwise, in the evening sky. On the northeast horizon, an ominous cloud wall, left in a rush of madness.