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Authors: Lisa Greenwald
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Calvin. His shorts are frayed on the bottoms, and his polo shirt has a bleach stain under the collar. But all I seeis how cute he looks. I donât know why I never realized how amazing he is.
Josh hustles back to us. âOkay, I have some ice. This will help. And I also got a scoop of lemon sorbet from Josie Pulerwitz, the owner of Sundae Best. I donât know why, but itâs been known to soothe even the most troubled of tummies.â
âReally?â I ask.
âItâs true,â he says. âJosie gave it to me for the first time when I was six years old. She promises that itâs the best stomach remedy out there. And I believe it. Itâs helped me more times than I can count.â He pauses. âSorry, that may have been too much information.â He laughs.
Josh gives Rascal the ice slowly, one cube at a time. The Newfoundland is reluctant at first to take any. But then, little by little, he licks and consumes the cubes. Iâm not sure if thatâs considered eating or drinking, but whatever it is, he is rehydrating, and Iâm grateful for that!
âSee? I told you everything would be okay,â Calvin says, putting his arm around me for a second and then pulling it away.
âYou were right.â
He smiles.
âThanks so much, Josh.â
âNo problem.â Josh gives Rascal a tiny taste of lemon sorbet to see if he wants some. The big dog turns away, but then he slowly takes a few licks.
We all decide that weâll tell Andi and Paul about Rascalâsstomach problem when they come to pick up their dogs. For now, though, Rascal is happy and playing again.
And I feel closer to Calvin than ever before. I guess thatâs what happens when you go through a crisis together.
After the Rascal incident, things seem to calm down a little bit. At least in the doggie day care department. We even have a new sign! Mr. Brookfield is friends with Carl McMann from the Seagate Signs Company. Heâs the one who makes all the beachy-looking signs that people put up in front of their houses. They have Adirondack chairs on them, or reclining lounges. The signs practically breathe sun, sand, and sea. They say things like GONE SWIMMING , or LIFE IS BETTER AT THE BEACH .
So, as a surprise, Mr. Brookfield asked Carl to make us a sign to hang at the entrance of Dog Beach. Iâm not sure itâs really allowed, but I donât think anyone is going to force us to take it down.
It says SEAGATE ISLAND DOGGIE DAY CAMP , so I guess thatâs our name now. I like it. And I love that we have a sign. Weâre official, and people take us seriously.
But things also change after the Rascal incident because Josh and I bonded over the crisis that day. His acting troupe stops by in the afternoons to hang with the dogs and practice some improv exercises. For example, one of the troupe members will start doing a random thing, like jumping, and then the others will join in and jump around, too, which leads them to doing other silly movements. They try to include the dogs whenever possible, which causes the actors to have to react or adapt their actions in some funny way. Sometimes the dogs are into it. Sometimes theyâre not. I guess thatâs what improv is all about. You never really know how itâs going to turn out, but you have to roll with the punches.
But even though things seem calmer in the Doggie Day Camp department, so much still feels crazy.
Every morning, I wake up and run outside immediately to check the ocean and see how the weather is. I donât know why I do it, since itâs impossible to predict the path of a hurricane very far in advance. But the sea makes me feel calmer. I know itâs crazy, but when Iâm out there, I talk to the ocean in my head.
I tell the ocean to stay calm; I tell any possible storms to stay away.
There was one time, years and years ago, when Grandma had to evacuate the island and come stay with us in Manhattan.
Josh hustles back to us. âOkay, I have some ice. This will help. And I also got a scoop of lemon sorbet from Josie Pulerwitz, the owner of Sundae Best. I donât know why, but itâs been known to soothe even the most troubled of tummies.â
âReally?â I ask.
âItâs true,â he says. âJosie gave it to me for the first time when I was six years old. She promises that itâs the best stomach remedy out there. And I believe it. Itâs helped me more times than I can count.â He pauses. âSorry, that may have been too much information.â He laughs.
Josh gives Rascal the ice slowly, one cube at a time. The Newfoundland is reluctant at first to take any. But then, little by little, he licks and consumes the cubes. Iâm not sure if thatâs considered eating or drinking, but whatever it is, he is rehydrating, and Iâm grateful for that!
âSee? I told you everything would be okay,â Calvin says, putting his arm around me for a second and then pulling it away.
âYou were right.â
He smiles.
âThanks so much, Josh.â
âNo problem.â Josh gives Rascal a tiny taste of lemon sorbet to see if he wants some. The big dog turns away, but then he slowly takes a few licks.
We all decide that weâll tell Andi and Paul about Rascalâsstomach problem when they come to pick up their dogs. For now, though, Rascal is happy and playing again.
And I feel closer to Calvin than ever before. I guess thatâs what happens when you go through a crisis together.
After the Rascal incident, things seem to calm down a little bit. At least in the doggie day care department. We even have a new sign! Mr. Brookfield is friends with Carl McMann from the Seagate Signs Company. Heâs the one who makes all the beachy-looking signs that people put up in front of their houses. They have Adirondack chairs on them, or reclining lounges. The signs practically breathe sun, sand, and sea. They say things like GONE SWIMMING , or LIFE IS BETTER AT THE BEACH .
So, as a surprise, Mr. Brookfield asked Carl to make us a sign to hang at the entrance of Dog Beach. Iâm not sure itâs really allowed, but I donât think anyone is going to force us to take it down.
It says SEAGATE ISLAND DOGGIE DAY CAMP , so I guess thatâs our name now. I like it. And I love that we have a sign. Weâre official, and people take us seriously.
But things also change after the Rascal incident because Josh and I bonded over the crisis that day. His acting troupe stops by in the afternoons to hang with the dogs and practice some improv exercises. For example, one of the troupe members will start doing a random thing, like jumping, and then the others will join in and jump around, too, which leads them to doing other silly movements. They try to include the dogs whenever possible, which causes the actors to have to react or adapt their actions in some funny way. Sometimes the dogs are into it. Sometimes theyâre not. I guess thatâs what improv is all about. You never really know how itâs going to turn out, but you have to roll with the punches.
But even though things seem calmer in the Doggie Day Camp department, so much still feels crazy.
Every morning, I wake up and run outside immediately to check the ocean and see how the weather is. I donât know why I do it, since itâs impossible to predict the path of a hurricane very far in advance. But the sea makes me feel calmer. I know itâs crazy, but when Iâm out there, I talk to the ocean in my head.
I tell the ocean to stay calm; I tell any possible storms to stay away.
There was one time, years and years ago, when Grandma had to evacuate the island and come stay with us in Manhattan.
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