Hillary Day

Hogan Here!

Today, is a Hillary Day.  While I can’t play with email, I can play outdoors. Outdoors is a great place to forget responsibility.  I’ll stand at the door until somebody puts me out!  It worked!  I’m out.  

I am looking at the backyard straight in the eye.  I’ll run the jogging course along the fence.  Golfers are on the other side of the fence.  You know, I can’t tell if the golf carts are rolling backwards or if I am really racing forwards.  A quick turn and I am running right toward the golfers.  They are busy hitting golf balls as I am barking to cheer them on.  They jump away from the fence while one grabs for his cellphone.  Perhaps a complaint.

The wind under my ears has a wispy sound as I finish the last lap of the jogging course and quickly slip onto the obstacle course.  The obstacle course is nothing but flowers sweeping down a hill overlooking a pool known as the tank in my obstacle course lingo.  Each clump of flowers invites a quick snap of my teeth as I run around them.  Petals fly everywhere and dust spews into my face.  I am at the end of the obstacle course and diving into the tank to cool off.  I feel exuberant!   No more order.  I am wet, muddy and look just like a retriever.  I am who I am.  I am great.  But as I look behind me I see nothing but floral debris and running ruts in the mud. What a mess!

I don’t think that I want another Hillary Day.  Now, Mom is looking at me as straight in the eye as I looked at the backyard.  I have to tell her that there is no precedent for punishing a dog at this address under similar circumstances.  You can keep your Hillary Day, Hillary!  I am going to hide and take an FBI nap.  Hogan Not Here! 

IT WAS A MISTAKE!