Magic Moments

There are days, or I suppose more like times throughout some days, when I feel as if we live in a movie...a comedy to be exact. And even days when it feels like slapstick comedy. Although they are not all situations involving him, these times have definitely increased since we took Parker into our little family. I have to admit, I kind of love it...even the scary/annoying situations.

Did I explain how Parker brought me to the ground a few weeks ago? He was blasting past me, doing crazy-laps on his line in the yard. He jetted back and forth like he was weaving an enormous tapestry with his red, 30ft. yard cable. He managed to completely wrap my legs (honestly before I could even react) and when the line got too short....he hit the invisible wall and yanked my legs from under me. My neighbor had a great laugh watching this all unfold from his patio home behind us. It was so funny, I could not even be mad at Parker...I just laid back in the grass and let him lick my face.

Anyhow...there have been tiny moments in between then and now...moments full of frustration with a puppy who digs, barks, and has been sort of going backwards in his bathroom habits as of late. I wonder if God's sole purpose for puppies being adorable is so that people will put up with all this crap? Because he is definitely a full member of our family now...for better or worse.

This morning...for example...I was pumped about the chocolate filled pastry Matt brought me from Panera on Friday. I had saved it for a nice morning at home..and this was that perfect morning. I heated it up so the chocolate would be perfectly melted inside & I poured a glass of milk. As I was digging in to my little treat...the dryer buzzed...meh. I went into the hall and dumped the whites onto the couch. I noticed Parker's rear end was extra wiggly - he was thumping his tail against the wall from behind the futon. I sat in my chair at the kitchen table to find my plate EMPTY. I suddenly realized what his wiggliness was all about. I called his name and turned to see his head sticking out from the side of the futon with my delicious breakfast in his little puppy mouth. I tried to slowly approach him, but he new what was up & disappeared behind our big, wooden frame futon, tail thumping the wall even more wildly. I started to panick that he was going to ingest all that chocolate and began calling him until he came out, pastry still in his mouth...he was playing a game...and I was making it fun in my frustration. I finally got the hair and drool covered treat from his mouth...I dumped it into the trash and moved on with my life. SIGH. I grabbed another breakfast from the pantry and turned to see him sniffing at the trash can (he does this a lot). Moments later...more wild rear-end wagging....and somehow he had gotten the pastry from the trash. I chased, he ran, and finally I got it back from him...I buried that dumb chocolate pastry deep down in the trash...and hopefully that is the last I will see of it. Of course, the day is still young.

Happy Memorial Day...don't forget to thank your USA troops. No matter what your political views...they are out there every day, every year, working for you.