DETENTION!

What a day!

The day after my 100th post.

Today, I was all smiles and the Ghost asked if I was alright.
"Absolutely," I said.

"What's gotten into him?" I heard the Ghost mumble before I closed my car door.

"Nothing," I said, "just having a great day," I said to myself in the car.

It was a great day. The weather was perfect. Traffic was perfect. Even my brunch was perfect--a huge bowl of oatmeal and a breakfast bagel sandwich with ham and cheddar cheese. I went on a walk with Warden and I decided to go down a street that I'd never gone down before because, Why Not? We walked and walked and walked and then walked some more. We saw lots of things. We saw many other dogs and their owners. I said, "Hello" or "Hiyah" and even "Super day, don't you think?"

I stopped at a tennis court and watched two young men playing tennis. They weren't especially good, but it looked like they were having fun. I played tennis briefly in high school, in gym class. I used to get so frustrated that I'd throw the tennis racket across the courts and into the football field. "DETENTION JIMENEZ!" Mr. Gilson would yell and then he'd blow his whistle.

A tennis ball shot up over the fence and landed at my feet. I picked it up and tossed it over the fence. "Thanks," one of the men said.

"Detention," I said.

"Huh?"

"Attention," I said, "good thing I was paying attention."

"Yeah, sure. Thanks mister."

I had to go to the bathroom, but I couldn't find one, so Warden and I jogged back home. We jogged and jogged, then walked, and then jogged some more. When I got home, even my experience inside the bathroom was perfect.

; )