Taco Tuesday

It's fun to be out walking in the morning, watching the world wake up, listening for the sounds of alarm clocks that pierce the morning silence. The dogs know all the streets, the sounds and the smells that identify each, and the barking dogs. Some dogs are running loose, others are behind fences, and some are allowed to bark their way to the end of the driveway, but don't charge after us.

Walking on a favorite street, there are several little Cheewahwahs, you know, the little yappy ugly dogs that bare their fangs and act like you should be afraid of them? The dogs that would be mush in a minute if I were to step on them? They are the most annoying dogs on the face of the earth, and they bark without hesitation and unceasingly every single morning!

As we went by one offending driveway dog, my two kept their heads up high and didn't miss a step. We came parallel to the next yard up the street, where 2 women were sitting under a shady tree, smoking cigarettes and enjoying their early-morning coffee.

"Don't you just hate all that barking?" one of them asked me.

"Yeah," I agreed.

She said, "Let your two dogs loose and maybe they'll put an end to the barking permanently. We'd sure appreciate it."

I laughed and told her that there are at least a dozen of the same annoying dogs every morning on our walks, and she quipped, "Ah, you're waiting for Taco Tuesday!"

That is, for the uninformed, the day that the local Taco Bell offers a dozen tacos for $5, a deal some people wait all week to enjoy. Since the Cheewahwahs are a dog favored by Mexican families (I don't know why), she was referring to my 2 dogs eating all the little "taco" dogs along the way.

I got a kick out of the image of Mia and Princess chowing down on a dozen annoying little yapping dogs, and continued our walk.