I always tried to be in the middle of a row. That stuff always made my asthma worse. They got so much smoke out of those it looked like someone just opened the door to the van for the Jamaican Dope Smoking Team! LOL
I almost forgot, many years ago my cousin adopted a dog, it was just past being a puppy. I forget what name it had been given by the people who gave it to her. It would NOT come when called. But it came running when she called here kitty, kitty, for her cat. So it became known as kitty kitty. The cat did not answer to the kitty, kitty calls. For it was a siamese. And he was something. LOL The dog was a faithful companion to her and her mother. Sweet, unless you crossed her. Or if you were a stereotypical siamese cat. The dog was clever enough to know better than to anger a cat.
On the very rare occasions when my girls aren’t walking me by the hand to the kitchen for breakfast, I whistle for them. They know that the whistle means they’re getting something. Gracie though is usually attached to my hip. Which is both annoying and wonderful at the same time. Sara likes her own space, she’s usually the one who requires a whistle.
THIS is pure genius. The only incantation my girls require is the sound of the can opening. But heaven forbid the food suddenly become……Healthy! No Kursed Kibble in my house. LOL
And the company of your Bestie. We all need a Buzzy Mouse in our lives.