Pot - Kettle

I take my dog out every morning for either a 'sniff' = ride in the car with his head out the window,  or a 'run' in an open field = where he chases the tennis ball off leash. Interestingly enough, he demands this morning excursion, giving me the 'stink eye' if he thinks it's time to head out while I'm still reading the paper.

I can't resist and we usually go out at his demand.

Anyway, this morning was a 'sniff' because it was deplorably hot. I love looking at him in the mirror with his head out the window.

 

We had done our random drive around the countryside and were heading home. It's a mellow time for me, I love just being on the move and more-so when I'm sharing the experience with Merlin. We go way below the posted speed limits unless there's someone behind me that is in the usually hurry to get out of their car. It's a favorite time of the day for me.

So we were about a mile from home. I'm thinking about how much Merlin enjoys the ice water I will prepare for him when we get there, when we come up on an old codger on a riding mower wearing a ridiculous hat. I slow and he sees me. Then he disengages the blades so he doesn't blow grass clippings at the car. I utter, "Thanks Gramps," as we pass, acknowledging his courtesy.

Then I burst out with a hilarious belly laugh. My Bday was yesterday, I turned 75. I was likely older than 'Gramps" is.