It’s Summer!
And I must admit that I’m just a little intimidated about writing my first Smithellaneous post with the ghost of my wildly popular predecessor hovering over the keyboard. I’ve read some of Snowy’s previous work and I have to admit that while he was no Shakespeare, he did have a certain way with the turn of a phrase.
And me? What’s my style?
I guess I don’t know yet. I’ll just start writing and hopefully it will be charming and lovely and funny and maybe you might just possibly learn to love my writing as much as you did Snowy’s. (Insert sad puppy eyes here.)
My very first Smithellaneous story is about my work as a beautiful secret agent chick who is required to deliver A Package to a certain Subject. This is a story full of hair-raising action and nail biting suspense and is not suitable for children under the age of one. (Consider yourself warned.)
Let me begin by saying that while I look fragile, dainty and petite on the outside, I am actually secretly endued with a charming yet lethal blend of sneaky female connivery. I am the absolute master . . . er, mistress . . . of undercover work and my adopted family is just now beginning to discover this special talent of mine.
To illustrate: A few days ago, my dad (hitherto known as The Subject), was taking a nap on the couch. He had no idea that I had sequestered myself in my hidden lair, waiting for just right the moment to pop my head out and do a bit of sneaky surveillance. I had been tasked with a very special Mission and I wasn’t about to mess things up.
I looked to the right .. .
I glanced to the left.
The coast was clear.
I surreptitiously sneaked my way along The Subject’s legs before stopping along the way for a brief moment of reconnaissance. I was on highest alert, surveying the premises, looking innocent, making a plan.
(And I was also looking gorgeous. Don’t you love my champagne blonde ‘do? I hate to brag, but I am one good-looking secret agent chick.)
Since a glamorous female agent like myself can never be too careful, I checked one last time to my left . . .
and to my right.
The coast was clear. The time had come. Sneaky, female connivery was afoot and espionage was in the air.
I got up. I started to make my move. I was sneaky like a fox. A blonde fox. A gorgeous blonde, foxy fox.
The Subject has no idea what was coming. He had no idea The Package was about to be delivered. The tension mounted. Would The Mission be a success?
But then suddenly? The Subject stirred in his sleep.
My pulse raced and my knees went weak. The time of maximum danger was at hand. What was I to do?
Well, like all well-trained agents, I kept my cool and maintained my professional pose. I stopped in my tracks and started staring with great interest at the back of the couch, as though the thread pattern there was comprised of a most fascinating design.
Delivering a package? Who me? You know not! (The appearance of innocence is a secret agent chick’s best friend.)
And then? The moment arrived.
I sprang! I made my move! I doggone done and did it!
My stealth mission had been accomplished. The Package . . .er, kiss . . .had been delivered!
And then, inexplicably, The Subject of the mission started showing his teeth and making loud, alarming sounds and I figured it was time for this agent to vamoose.
I was off! Faster than a bullet! Faster than the speed of sound! Faster than my mom’s feet when she spies brownies across the room.
Girlfriend was outa there!
Now because I don’t want you to worry too much about me before you get to the end of my story, please allow me to reassure you that before the mission began, I had already done the work of a good agent and plotted my escape route ahead of time.
My plan was to disappear behind the couch pillows and hide out there in stealthy dog fashion, leaving The Subject to wonder where the mysterious kissing agent has gone.
And the plan worked like a charm. He couldn’t see me anywhere!
(Hey, when you’re good, you’re good.)
After I had inhabited my hideaway for a few moments, I stuck my head out to see if the coast was clear.
It was.
All was well.
Well, all was well, except for one thing. I suddenly started to feel a little bit guilty about the way I had scared a poor sleeping fellow during his nap–even though he was The Subject and the Designated Recipient of The Package.
So I gave said sleeping fellow an apologetic knee lick.
And when he started scratching my belly, I knew all was forgiven.
But here’s a little secret for you. Although I look all sedate and charming in the above photo, don’t let it fool you. One never knows when Secret Agent Chick might strike again.
It might be tonight. It might be next week.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Kristi, Summer will be relieved to hear it!
Mrs. Pam, yep, two “Chicks” might be a hand full but I think we’re up to the task!
Great post, Summer; well done. You are soooooo cute.
Mary, Summer sends her thanks and is glad you liked her writing!
That sweet doggie is so blessed to be in your family and she knows it!
Lillian, the blessing goes both ways!
Oh my goodness, she is too cute!! (2nd time commenting – keeping track since I finally came out of hiding) 🙂
Kristen, I am always beyond happy to see comments from new commenters. Thanks for coming out of hiding. 🙂
hey, Summer, can Mom and Dad handle both a Groovy Chick and a Secret Agent Chick?
Looks like you did a splendid job completing your mission! Congratulations!
Ooohhh, she’s a SWEET little baby!! How precious! I think she already feels so happy to be in your family, she wants to express her thanks. She is a keeper and a perfect fit in the Smith family! Have a fun weekend! (two comments in two days – I’m on a roll!) 🙂
Lynn, two comments already? Way to go! 🙂
OK…now she has not only set a platinum blonde nation wide trend…but since seeing Mata Hari in action, golden locks swinging, I have been trying out a center part with bangs on both sides. Let’s just say it looks a lot cuter on Summer!
Jojy, nothing like getting our hair inspiration from a dog, right? 🙂
I love it! 🙂 Summer has grabbed my heart like Snowy did!
Summer, the great new authoress! Blonde, gorgeous, and talented–what a gal! I was impressed with your suave sneakiness in delivering The Package, Summer. You are a Secret Agent destined for legendary fame–Snowy would be so proud and utterly dazzled by your girly-girl gloriousness! Consider me a fan, offically.
Love, Aunt Deb 🙂
Deb, wait till you meet her in person; she is an absolute doll baby. And for her first post, I think she did a great job!
Summer, you are a great writer and storyteller. Snowy is smiling in approval. We may just have to call you Agent 99 (if anyone else is old enough to remember Get Smart on television). I agree, I want to know how tiny this little lady is because her name tag is almost a big as her. Orange is your color and if only I could get my hair to be the color of yours. Can’t wait to hear and see much more of your antics. It is fun to have a loving forever home of your very own and you picked a great one.
Mary, I remember Get Smart very vaguely. A funny program. (I love spy shows–spoofs and otherwise.)
Summer weighs about 5 1/2 pounds so she’s a pound lighter than Snowy; she’s also a couple inches shorter.
cute story
Thanks, Becky!
Nice story Summer! I will be looking for many more.
Shawn, Summer will have to work on her next Smithellaneous Edition. She’s got to keep up the canine posting tradition.
Summer looks great in orange!
Elizabeth, yes, it suits her!
How much does Summer weigh? Maccabee, my Havanese puppy (born last December, on the first day of Chanukah), looks much bigger than Summer and he’s just a little fellow. He’s currently just over 7 pounds, and will likely be around 10 pounds when fully grown.
Leah, Summer is about 5 1/2 pounds. Love the name, Maccabee–not one you hear every day!
She is definitely a gorgeous girl! And a sneaky girl, too… but gorgeous girls can get away with that. Especially when they’re sweet, to boot!
Pam, gorgeous, sweet and sneaky. A good summation.
Well done, Summer. Well done. 🙂
LeeAnne, Summer sends her thanks. 🙂
Are you sure she isn’t part cat? That’s exactly what Tessie does.
Margie, yes, I did think she looked rather catlike as she sneaked up toward Steve’s face. Maybe she IS part cat!