K9 500 at Kitchen Motor Speedway

There's Wilson in an empty dog food bag snorting dust. That's Trixie standing at the kitchen closet taking dog food inventory. Pay no attention to the round dial like thing to the far left. That would not be a light timer used as a plug to cover up a small passage under the dishwasher. The dogs at one time were small enough to squeeze into that cave. Three years later the plug is still there. We kind of got used to having it there, so why not leave it, right? Another thing comes to mind as I look at our kitchen floor. Trixie and Wilson used to loop through the kitchen and around the hallway and back to the other end of the kitchen. This chase would continue for about 500 laps, very much like NASCAR. They went as far as incorporating the two sofas and had developed a road course. Those pups could fly!! One day the racing stopped and the loop was shut down. Trixie stopped going in the kitchen completely. Even food couldn't pursued her to step foot in the kitchen. We figured out that she may have slipped and slammed into the refrigerator ...or something. I had warned Trixie to pit every 30 laps and check her tire pressure or she's gonna git loose and get wrecked. She never listened to me. The K9 500 at Kitchen Motor Speedway is now a fond memory and will go down as being one of the cutest moments ever.


Trixie has slowly rehabilitated herself back to tiptoeing through the kitchen, this time in search of crumbs. Crumbs that have made their way off the counter and onto the floor during my early morning lunch preparation. Her nose is to the floor like a bloodhound licking up microscopic molecules of organic dust.