The Blue Hair Special

Lately, I've been on a quest to get Lucky to sleep in. I'm off for the summer, and wouldn't mind sleeping past 6 a.m. My husband, aka The Saint, is gracious enough to take her out at 6 a.m. before he heads to work, and I do the longer walk when I wake up. Today, we made it until 7:09 a.m. a small victory. We had breakfast with Matt Lauer and then ventured out for the morning walk. Somehow our timing was impeccable - although unplanned.

On our typical walks, she gets an average of 7 "cute dog" compliments. Not today. Nope, today was a different kind of morning. We broached them from afar. They were lined up with their walkers, canes, and shopping baskets. Each woman vying for a coveted spot in line. They were decked out in t-shirts covered in cats batting at balls of yarn, and orthopedics. Their permanents were prepped for this special trip. The "shoppers special" bus was chugging toward them as the ladies of the senior living building down our street gripped their walkers ready to elbow anyone who budged out of line.

I did my best. I could see it coming, yet nothing could have prepared our 4 month old puppy for the excitement that was to come. I tried to slow her down stopping to examine rose bushes and blooming irises. Nope. No good. She had also spied this blue hair special and knew exactly what it meant: love and adoration.

This line of lovely ladies was easily 15 deep, and took more than 15 minutes to load onto the bus. They cooed. They ogled. They loved. Lucky just sat and watched the bus pull away, and I knew her life would never be the same. She had fallen for the blue hairs.