Rita Rose on the Persian

Well, I was down to one pug…that being Dino…when one day a couple weeks ago, he headed south to check on his real estate holdings.  Not certain if I ever told you this but Dino is some smooth character.  Not that you would want him at one of your finer dinner parties but the boy has made some unusual investments in the southern part of the country.  He is the sole proprietor of a chain of strip-malls, which houses Poodle Parlors and a series of Pole Dancing clubs for the after-hours set.  Now, he isn’t elegant in the same way other pugs are nor does Dino present well as Wally once did…but the boy can invest, I have to give him that! The story goes that on his last night in Beebe, Arkansas he stopped at a roadside dive for a Bud and something deep fried, and it was there that he spotted Miss Rita.  She had just done her last set, was saying good bye to the boys in the band and about to have a T-bone steak at the bar.  Poor Rita was, quite frankly, all used up…she had traveled the deep South for too many years.  Her heart was always with the blues, but she ended up singing the old Patsy Cline requests.  Just before she dipped into that medium-rare steak, Dino offered her a whole new world of adventure.  I know this all seemed pretty fast to me too…but pugs work a whole lot quicker than human types.  Damned if Rita didn’t take him up on the offer!  She headed back to Roslindale looking quite weary and in need of a bath, but even under all those miles of life, I could tell she had real promise.  I took the both of them in (what else could I do?).  I wondered what Wally and Lulu would have thought of this instant attraction, and then I remembered Wally met Lulu in Paris on one of his many business trips and except for the location (Paris versus Arkansas) that old Wally did much the same thing.  One day, when Rita is settled, she will make a visit to the store, and I’ll just bet you we might be able to get at least one Patsy Cline ballad out of her!