I think the bosses are trying to expand my horizons. I'm kind of a homebody, you see. I'm not much for travel or adventure. But I guess the bosses think I should try it out from time to time.
Have you ever heard of those culinary tours? Wines, truffles, that sort of thing? This was like that. A wild-grass tasting tour of Oregon. It was nice how the bosses set it up for me. After all, I do love to taste grass. But between you and me, well, I would have been pretty happy just staying home and sampling the stuff in my own yard. Still, they went to a lot of trouble to set up the tour for me so I tried to be a good sport.
I sampled as many wild grasses as I could. I tried to savor. Now, you would think that the bosses would appreciate my efforts. I mean, I was doing my best to make the most of it. But instead I get a lot of, "Keep moving, Maebe" and "If you keep stopping on the trail right in front of me you're going to get us both killed, Beege." (Beege is one of my new nicknames--it comes from B.G. which stands for Best Girl. They use the initials so Spring won't catch on. Teehee!) So I don't really get to savor the grasses like I should. But they are delicious. Three hours in a car with an anxious Whigle delicious, maybe not. But what is, really?
I do have another book that's been recommended to the Club. I haven't been able to find this one at my local bookstore, so I haven't read it, but it looks like another sweet story. It's called Jack and Jill: The miracle dog with a happy tail to tell, by Jill Rappaport. Any cancer story with a happy ending is a good story if you ask me!