I always loved OTIS, the elevator man.
We grew up in a village of 400 and had no tall buildings. When we’d go upstate to a big four-story hotel my sister and I would negotiate who could push the outside button and who could do the inside one. It was a game.
Many years later I had to teach our pup, now nearly ten, how to use an elevator. Tell a dog that a room is going to change floors and she’ll end up elsewhere. Think Being There and the fantastic Peter Sellers. She did fine and now can even negotiate a revolving door.
Now I Am Otis. She has no hips and has to be lifted up on the bed. Those are OTIS moments. I hate when she jumps right down because she thinks I’m in the Magic Food Room, yes, the kitchen, because I have to lift her right up again.
When there’s not food in play, she loves to be up on the bed with the person who is sleeping there, usually not me but my husband. I made certain to take the blinds down so he could sleep in, though he’s planning a day trip for us all. Let’s see how it goes. Zoe is great in the car. It just has to be cool enough weather for her to be in the car for 1/2 hour or so with the windows open.
Of course I’ll have to OTIS her up to her 4″ orthopedic bed in the back of my SUV. Dee
ps Zoe’s not spoiled or anything like that. She just has caring parents! D
Care for a lift? Dee
Cooking with Dee 