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Heidi Goes Out to Tinkle and Potty

Heidi Goes Out to Tinkle and Potty

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Published by: Wayne Damron on Apr 26, 2010
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‘Heidi goes out to tinkle and potty’ The early morning frost was just beginning to melt off

of the old rubber "welcome" mat that laid on the back porch when the screen door flew open and out popped a hairy wiggle-worm of a dog. The door slammed closed behind her, catching the leash and jerking Heidi to a sudden stop. She tugged at the leash like a big bass fighting a fishing line. The door opened again, but this time more slowly. It set Heidi free; she leapt off the porch. Gertrude came out through the door hanging on to the other end of the leash."Just hold your horses, little lady," Gertrude said, "mommy's comin'." She finished buttoning up her old brown tweed coat, then wrapped a red scarf around her graying head and threw the ends over her shoulder. She picked up the short handled shovel that was leaning against the wall. Using the shovel as a cane, she stepped off the porch in her old red tennis shoes. Heidi pulled Gertrude out across the frosty lawn like a little locomotive, her steaming breath trailing back over her head. She made a stop every so often to sniff the grass and paw the ground, but she kept moving on. "Come on, hurry up. Make up your mind." Heidi searched the yard with Gertrude in tow until she finally found her spot. Then, she wiggled down into a squat to do her morning business. Gertrude politely turned away to allow Heidi her privacy. She leaned on her shovel and gazed off to the early eastern sky while she waited. Her mind reached out over a thousand miles to her home town of La Junta, Colorado. Her daydream reached back through sixty years of time. She was a dispatcher for the railroad then and she was dancing with a young engineer. As they danced, he said, "I know your not ready to settle down yet, Gert; but when you are, I want you to be my wife." She played the field for another year or so; but the day came when she pinned a note to the outside of a mailbag. She heard the train coming as she hung the sack up on the hook beside the tracks. She knew that he would be picking up the mail. She went back to her desk by the window in the station house. As his train passed the station, he waved to her from the mail car. He snatched the mailbag off of the hook and disappeared inside the car. The train rumbled down the


track. Gert waited. Suddenly, she saw him lean out through the open door of the mail car holding the note high in his hand. His smile and his voice reached all the way back to her in the station house. "Yahoo!" he crowed. Gertrude was smiling when Heidi's leash jerked her back into the present. The dog was scratching at the lawn, throwing grass over her fresh droppings. "Good girl,” Gertrude scooped up the steaming pile with the shovel and headed towards the compost heap at the back corner of the yard. She turned it under with the shovel and then Heidi wiggled and Gertrude shuffled across the frosty lawn back to the house. Wayne Damron © 1997 © by Wayne Damron 1997


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