|This is not Otis. This is Joyce:)|
Yesterday I went to her home for the first time (I thought) to pick Joyce up to take her to the senior center for lunch.
Has anyone noticed that I talk about going to "the senior center" like I'm a visitor there? I am a member:) Hello, my name is Annie and I am a senior citizen.
Anyway, lo and behold, I had been to her home before. Ron and I had been there together. We had been there in 2006 when we first moved to this area and from that day forth, every time we drove by their home we would repeat these words, "Oh no Otis!".
When Joyce got in the car, to make sure she had lived there at the time of the incident, I asked, "Did you ever have a dog named Otis?" Yes they did. And the incident was related and remembered and she had her husband come out and we all recalled the story together and laughed and laughed about a time gone by that they certainly had never forgotten. After all they had the clean up job. Later that day Joyce actually took me to the grave of Otis who died in 2011.
(click the link "Oh no Otis" above to read my blog post in 2006)