David says we have not seen Cujo, since before the pandemic! I do believe it!
To bring all up to date, Cujo is the lovable boxer who lives on 77th Street, in our Brooklyn neighborhood. His owners a Greek family, call him Ares. When we moved to the neighborhood, and saw him, David said, "That dog is like Cujo." So, I started calling him that--my pet name, for him--and now he answers. Seeing Cujo on his terrace brightens my day, though we have had some outdoor encounters, with plenty of hugs and kisses. He is so loving!
And I love him. So, when David suggested we take an after dinner walk last night, I was up for it. And while passing 77th Street on Third Avenue, I heard a dog bark. At first, I let it go, but when I heard it again, I was positive it was Cujo! And I was right! He was out on his terrace, and calling for me; his eyes are better than mine! So, we had a lovely Cujo reunion!
So glad to see you, Cujo! Perhaps the storm drove you inland, because I think you were at the Jersey Shore!
Love you SO MUCH. Cujo, and I know you mask and socially distance!
He just made my day!
2 comments:
It’s DOGust!!
Victoria,
Indeed it is! I have
a feeling the storm
sent Cujo and his family
home. I was so glad to
see him!
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