Lockport Union-Sun & Journal — A couple of days ago, my dog, Maggie, came racing through the open door of my workshop. Totally out of breath and wide-eyed, she looked up and said, “What’s this I hear about the Medina paper going out of business?”
“That’s right,” I told her, “it’s true.”
Panting like a … well … a dog and too exhausted to ask a follow-up question, I informed her that at the end of the month the Journal-Register would cease publication.
I then asked, “Why? What’s your problem there, Magpie?”
“Problem?! What’s my problem? What do you think? I was over at the neighbor’s house visiting Walt and his dog, Eddie, and they were talking about it. That’s what my problem is!”
“Ee-e-yahh? Point being?”
“Well don’t you think that that’s a little piece of information that I might want to know?” Maggie barked.
“I’m sorry, I thought you knew. I guess I just assumed I told you. But why are you so concerned?” I asked.
“Are you kidding?” she scoffed. “The Medina paper has a weekly newspaper column that regularly features me in it. I’m somewhat of a semi-celebrity with the dogs around here. It’s not like I’m a super hero but whenever there’s a gathering of mutts and I walk up to them, they all come over and smell me.”
“Ahh, Maggie” I explained, “I write that column. And I hate to bust your bubble, but all dogs smell other dogs. It’s not just you they are checking out.”
Taken aback by the revelation, she just stared. A few moments later, it dawned on her — she knew I wrote the column; she’d simply forgotten. She also realized, now, that it was instinctive for other dogs to “smell around” – they didn’t have the ability to simply chat the way she could.