One of our daily rituals is Mr. Handsome accompanying me to the train to pick up Grizzled after work. Mr. Handsome knows this is his deal. Squirmy Little Dog usually doesn't go. It's one of the things I do for Mr. Handsome to make up for unleashing Squirmy Little Dog upon his world. Grizzled doesn't need a ride either, but it's one of the things I do for him to make up for what the workday has unleashed on him.
If I stand up or start walking around at any point within 30 minutes of when I normally leave to go retrieve Grizzled, Mr. Handsome is RIGHT. THERE. READY!! And Squirmy is usually biting his ankles.
After getting into the car, the window must be down, no matter the weather. It's part of the deal. I get that. Mr. Handsome must go air-surfing. Mr. Handsome must greet his adoring crowd. I have never seen more friendly people in this place than I do when Mr. Handsome is sticking his handsome puss out the window. People smile, people wave... the other evening, a man even stopped and tipped his hat. Oh to be the recipient of such adoration. It probably even makes up for the bugs in the eyes.
Have a good weekend, everyone.