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Dog Doogle Tails: Tails of Maggie & Katie
Maggie the Musician
by B. A. Brown
Katie is sprawled across the bed; I am at the computer. Maggie is quiet
somewhere.
I hear toenail clicks. Adagio. They pass from the living room into the
spare bedroom and back. Silence.
Again, toenail clicks. Moderato. From living room to spare room and
back. Silence.
Silence is brief. Toe nail clicks, allegro. Living room, spare room and
back.
OK. Now I am getting interested. I get up, yawn, stretch, go look.
Maggie is standing in the living room. Just standing there. I make a
move toward the back door, thinking that perhaps she needs to go out.
She is disinterested.
I stand at the doorway from kitchen to living room.
I watch Maggie trot into the spare room, presto. She returns, also presto.
She stands in the living room.
A moment later, she trots into the spare room, prestissimo.
Katie has now become interested. I hear her yawn, stretch, get off the
bed. She walks into the spare room.
Maggie walks out, goes into my bedroom, jumps on the bed, curls up and naps.
Now what the heck was that all about??
Later, I am on the bed with Katie, watching the US Open on TV. Maggie is
lolling on the throw rug next to the bed.
Maggie leaps up, trots into the living room, trots to the spare room,
and then back into the living room. Click click clickety-click click
click-click click click.
A moment of silence. Then the recitative begins. A bass growl, followed
by an alto Woof. A clickety gavotte into the spare room and back.
A triplet of alto Woofs. Another gavotte.
Katie goes out to investigate.
Maggie runs into my bedroom, jumps on the bed, curls up for a nap.
Maggie has composed and performed a Ballet for Possession of the Bed.
..... and now, more Tails of Maggie & Kate (ongoing stories, please keep checking back to see what has been added)
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