Scissors and Lola, A Millie Story

Yesterday. Millie trotted over, closed her eyes, and sat at my feet all zombie-like. I glanced up, saw her pretend sleeping standing up, and took the little drama to mean, Mom, if you sit there any longer looking for jobs online, I'm gonna die of dog boredom.

So we loaded up and went to the dog park. Poor little lab needed some room to run.

And there she went. Two dogs caught her eye, running and wrestling as they were. Millie got close, then stopped. But she wanted in on it. I could tell she did.


She watches the dogs play, then wanders back over to me and sits at my feet. Millie! Get up and play with your friends! I encourage her. You can sit around at home!

Her brown eyes look back at me wistfully. Her two doggy friends prance by and Millie sits up. Then she whines. Go, Millie! I say. She sighs. I mean, audibly sighs. Obviously I just don't get it.

A lady standing nearby laughs. She comes close, and bending down to look into Millie's face, says, Hi Millie. Those are my dogs, Scissors and Lola, and I'm sure they'd like for you to join them.

So she did. And the three of them: Scissors, Lola and Millie had quite a time.

I was so proud. But it does seem like just yesterday that little Millie was content here at home. Now she needs a gaggle of girls to keep her occupied.

They grow up fast, don't they? Grin