GRUNTLED JACKSON AND HIS TOE JACKPOT

POST # 81

When I awoke this morning, I was all set to write about the cyclone that is currently happening over the Arctic Ocean which I think is worth writing about, however for those of my readers who want more information (very few???) they can go to arctic-news.blogspot.com and get all the information they desire including an article by Paul Beckwith titled, "The Great Arctic Flush" dated July 21st 2013.

However...

A conversation with my sister and brother in law changed my mind, so here we go then.

Rosie and Keith have been visiting me here at my housesit thanks to the generosity of the owners. They departed an hour or so ago, and if I could get inside the brain of Jackson the dog, I imagine that he is feeling somewhat disgruntled at the moment.
Perhaps the title should have read, "The Previously Gruntled Jackson and His Toe Jackpot" but I digress.

As the owners know, and as anyone who has had the opportunity to spend time with Jackson also knows, he has a habit of licking any human's toes that may become available from time to time. During the summer months, the odds are pretty good that any human within sniffing distance may just have bare feet. And this was the case the other morning.

Keith was sitting at the kitchen table, checking some things out on the internet. From his sitting position, his feet were not visible due to the table obstructing his view. From where I was standing however, I could see that Jackson the toe licker, was settled in nicely under the table and out of Keith's view, and was licking the toes on Keith's left foot, like they were either the tastiest toes he'd ever had the pleasure to lick or they were the last toes on the planet. Whatever it was, Jackson looked extremely GRUNTLED. This continued for some time and I was amazed at how Keith put up with it. Finally I made some comment about Keith's tolerance or whatever, and it was at that point that I realized that Keith had been totally unaware that Jackson was even there slurping on breakfast toes.

Due to a stroke many years ago, Keith has no feeling in his left foot which is terribly unfortunate for Keith, but it was like hitting the toe jackpot for little Jackson. We all had a good laugh about it, and Jackson probably wondered what all the commotion was about. It was good that we noticed when we did or Keith might have discovered a few toe nails or toes, missing by the time he left here.

But now the magic foot is gone, and with it so are Jackson's dreams of unlimited toe licking until his tongue falls off or finally gives up from exhaustion. And thankfully for Keith, he left with all his toes intact.

While all this toe licking was taking place, Peach was content to just find a warm spot in the sun to have a snooze and ponder the fact that her brother has this weird toe fetish, which she doesn't share.

Jackson, on the other hand will be left to wonder if it was all just a dream, or did he really finally come across the toe jackpot. It was like licking an ice cream cone in which the ice cream never diminishes over time. Now wouldn't that be something.


Happy trails,

Paul

The Thoughtful Wanderer