No Name Dog now officially has a name. I’ve been calling him various and sundry monikers, and tonight, one of them stuck. I called out as he was running away from me and he stopped, turned, and looked at me.
Here? We shall call him Frankfurter.
Lil’ Frankfurter attended book club with me. This meant that he had to ride in the car, which is evidently a fate worse than death. He barked the entire 15 -minute ride. However, I’m thinking that all was forgiven when he spent the two hours that followed being passed from one adoring friend to another. He didn’t even have an accident – I was so proud.
Here’s the thing about book club: we don’t usually read the book. We start out with the best intentions, and, well, you know. Last month, we read Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri. I listened to it in my car, finishing it about two weeks after the meeting when we were supposed to discuss it. This month, we were to discuss The Kitchen God’s Wife. I accidentally purchased The Joy Luck Club instead. Whoops.
We’ve been meeting for almost six years, and it’s funny – this group of almost strangers has evolved into my dearest, closest friends. These are the women to call when you’re in a panic or when you just need to show off your new dog. I’m so proud to call these women my friends.
Also? Also, we stopped being polite a long time ago. I like that. And even when everything else is going to shit, we make each other laugh. Tonight I was going to leave early because I have a periodontist appointment at the crack of dawn. And of course I ended up having just a bit more wine and staying just a bit longer. As you do.
I’m starting to wonder why I was so depressed.