He also thinks he’s a rugby player. Here’s Fifty playing with Vicky against Gregory. These were great days… Gregory would take Fifty and Vicky out to the field in the village (well he’d take Fifty and of course Vicky would show up), and they’d run around for an hour. They’d be tuckered out for the rest of the afternoon and I’d get some peace. Bliss.
The perfect snapshot of summer relaxation courtesy of Honey Jr. I want to dive into that photo. I remember when this was taken… it was a Sunday afternoon. We had just spent all weekend cleaning and moving into our new homes. Notice how I said, ‘homes’. For those of you who don’t know the story… we found a new house to move into, and it turned out to be right next door to the house Honey Jr had decided to rent. Supposedly, this wasn’t a coincidence according to Gregory. ‘Supposedly‘.
A couple of days earlier Gregory was getting ready to get his cleaning on. I guess the gloves were to protect his dainty hands from all of the yucky muckiness. We lived in this house for two years. I didn’t like it at all. The bathroom was horrible, the kitchen almost non-existent, and our bedroom could only fit a queen-sized bed and a nightstand in it… that’s it. You basically dove into the bed because there wasn’t enough room on the side of it to get into bed like a normal person. But, it was fun sharing a back garden with Honey Jr. Fifty loved it!
Of course it didn’t take long for Vicky to find us in our new home. I’d wake up in the morning, go downstairs, and there she’d be, waiting to come along on Fifty’s walk. Man I miss that dog, she was a good girl, I only wish she had been mine.
But no matter how cool I am cruising around on a mini-motor bike, I could never, ever be as cool as this guy.