Ring my bell

Yesterday I wrote about my Mother's Day and I mentioned in there that my Mom and I took her dogs for a walk in the morning. Well, while we were on the walk, we had a conversation with a lady that after it was over and my mom and I continued our walk I looked at her and said "I am sooooo blogging that!" So, here it is. ...
My mom has two Havanese puppies,Tux and Bella. They are cute as can be, but have been less than consistent when it comes to potty training, which has my mom less than thrilled with them. They are getting better, but they are almost a year old and you would think by now they would have it down. But whatever, so anyway, we are walking them along the sidewalks of Coffee Pot Bayou, which if you are familiar with the area you know is absolutely gorgeous! Brick streets, huge homes built in the 20's and 30's, each with their own architectural style and of course the bayou, lined with mangroves and home to all kinds of water birds. My mom lives about three blocks away on a beautiful tree lined street. Her little bungalow is the baby on the block, surrounded by much larger homes, you know, the kind of homes we all dream about living in. So, we are walking the dogs and we come upon this woman and her two daughters. She was about my age, early to mid 30's and that's where the similarities stop. She was about a size 2 in her khaki knee length skirt and cute little tee. She was freshly tanned and her toenails were a bright orange. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and then topped off with a sporty Nike visor.  Her girls looked to be about 10. They were brunettes with clear blue eyes and freckle specked cheeks. Gorgeous girls!  And did I mention they were identical twins? Why yes of course they were because that just makes their family even more adorable! They were out walking their dog, a shaggy, kinky haired Labradoodle who I'll call Pookie. Pookie is seven months old. When the woman saw Tux and Bella she got so excited because apparently she sees my mom walking them down her street everyday from her upstairs window, which means she obviously lives in one of those ridiculously huge homes. Okay, starting not to like this girl. But she's as sweet as can be, talking about how she thinks the pups are so cute and how they almost got a Havanese but her neighbor has one and it "pottied on the floor so that wasn't the dog for us" (insert cute little laugh here). Soooo, they ended up with Pookie and so far she has been wonderful. Meanwhile I am watching her daughters, who are waiting patiently with their scooters while she talks, extremely well behaved children! Camryn would have had the dogs in a headlock by now and Mason would have interrupted me at least twice telling me how hot she was and could we leave.
My mom tells her how she has been having problems with Tux and Bella getting potty trained and how she has tried everything she can think of including installing a doggy door in the laundry room where she keeps them during the day. Yet,she still comes home to accidents right by the door on a weekly basis and that she is at her wit's end with them. To which the woman says....Are you ready for this?? The cute, skinny, tan, woman who lives in a big beautiful house with her adorable identical perfectly behaved daughters says..." Really? Wow, Pookie just rings a bell when she wants to go out!"  Rings a bell??? RINGS A BELL??? What??? And you have no idea how bad I wanted to say "Really, that's very interesting because my seven year old daughter still craps on her floor! Now do you think I could teach her to ring a bell!" But of course I didn't. Her remark was made in complete innoncence and for all the superficial perfection, who knew what issues she had going on in her own life. So instead, I rolled my eyes behind my sunglasses, shook my head in amazement and said "Wow, rings a bell! How about that!! Well, nice to meet you. Bye now!"  My mom and I waited  till we were a good twenty feet down the sidewalk before we looked at each other and said "Rings a bell?" My mom felt the same way about it as I did, and agreed that keeping my remark to myself was probably the best idea. Yeah, I let her off easy this time, but if I run into her again and she tells me Pookie is reading, then look out cause it's on! ;)