Everyone, meet my Little Fat Friend! LFF is a farm school dog who lives on campus in a basket on one of the house porches. She is, as our name for her implies, little, and fat, and quite friendly.
Every time I pass this house, which is usually twice a day or more because it’s on my way to and from the buildings I teach in, I check to see if LFF is in her basket. Sometimes on sunny days, she’s out snuffling around for beetles or sunning her tummy by the pomegranate trees. But most of the time, she’s there in her little basket, and you can see the outline of her ears as you pass by.
If I see her in her basket, I stop at the gate of the house and call out, “Ohhhh, Little Fat Frieeeend!” She perks her head up. I clap for her to come. Then, the show begins! She runs for all she is worth down the path to the gate, claws clicking on the cobblestones, tongue out, ears flapping, pudge waggling, legs splaying out in all directions as she careens down the path!
Then, she stops short right at your feet and collapses on top of her paws, the way cats do. This marks the official commencement of Part I of the standard Little Fat Friend petting procedure. You scratch her behind the ears, and on her back, and she looks up at you with the same relatively blank look of dazed contentment.
Then, when you wish to move on to Part II, all you have to do is stand up and start walking away. You only have to take about one step before you look back and see the formal initiation of Part II of the petting ceremony: Little Fat Friend rolled over on her back, paws stuck straight out, beady eyes wide with excitement at the pending tummy rub.
After Part II has been completed, AKA when you really really have to go teach now, you essentially have to just tear yourself away. But when you go, take care to not look back. If you do, you’ll just feel guilty and end up going back for Part III, when the process starts all over again!
Little Fat Friend makes my day every time I see her! Sometimes, Ashley and I will even purposefully go the long way home just to walk past the house with the basket after dinner. Wouldn’t you?