Hello to all,
The afternoon sun shines brightly in the sky, trying to warm the chill from the air. Sarah, on the back deck, plants seeds into containers for the garden after the last frost. Ginger whines, for it is her second most favorite thing in life to prance around the deck guarding the house. If she were in the Austrian Alps, Ginger would sing about the joy of bouncing around the porch.
At a quarter to four, I enter the kitchen to prepare the evening meal for everyone. Sarah doesn’t want the help of an over-energetic canine lacking opposable thumbs, so she leaves her dog inside, staring out the glass door. Ginger’s help usually involves tipping over the project you are working on. The moans of disgust resonate against the patio door as she begs someone to open the door for her.
Mom opens the closet door that houses the bucket of kibble for the evening meal. This creates a great dilemma for Ginger. Mom digs into her very most favorite joy in life, a scoop full of food. She runs to her food dish. I, being the devilish Dad, slide open the back door, exposing easy access to the deck. Ginger halts her race to the food dish to run out the door.
The dilemma turns doggish when Mom starts dropping kibbles into her dish. Dink resounds through the kitchen as the morsel drums off the bottom of the stainless steel dish. Her nails skid before exit. She pivots and heads to food. I increase the dilemma by opening the door wider. The sound of the wide open door makes her paws skid across the floor again as she brakes to head out the door.
Mom drops a few more kibbles into her dish and she pivots on a dime. I holler out, “Chip monk.” This sends her twirling like a drunk ballet dancer. Sarah's shoulders flex up and down with laughter over the doggish dilemma. Some of the kibbles miss the bowl because Mom’s hand is shaking with the humor pouring out of her. A doggish dilemma is the bane of an entitled dog.
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Grace to you,
Danny Mac