Just in Case You’re Wondering
Why do we put up with the Willful Ways of Wonderbutt? I often ask myself that question. Particularly at moments like this:
Wonderbutt is certainly not the only one in the household who behaves strangely. Perhaps you have lived with pets that do not suffer from any sort of psychological disturbances. I have never had that pleasure. It’s entirely possible that I am the reason for each one’s idiosyncrasies. So, I partly suffer their insanity out of guilt. But, I have to say that, 99% of the time they give me joy. And that makes it all worthwhile. And makes me both remorseful and greedy.
Today, I arrived home to one dog – Wonderbutt. I am normally greeted by two. My first thought was that Cap’n Firepants might have accidentally locked Mrs. P.I.B. outside this morning when he left for work. My second thought, which was probably a bit unfair to Wonderbutt, was that our overly boisterous bulldog had given our sweet 11 year old Golden Retriever a heart-attack.
But Wonderbutt, the Tattle No-Tail, quickly led me to the hallway, where I found this:
It briefly stormed today, inspiring Mrs. P.I.B. to storm the gate to the Forbidden Section. Although brave enough to leap over it once, Mrs. P.I.B.’s fear of repeating such a hazardous undertaking trapped her in the hallway.
Since we had prudently closed all hallway doors this morning, knowing there was a chance of rain, Wonderbutt saw no benefit in taking the risk, himself, and, in an unusual turn of events, became the Good Dog.
Mrs. P.I.B. panted exaggeratedly on the other side of the gate, despite the fact that the storm had passed long before and there was absolutely no threat to her well-being other than herself.
I took pity, and moved the gate, allowing Wonderbutt to barrel through to the Forbidden Section while Mrs. P.I.B. jumped over him to get out. On the other side, she seemed to reconsider this decision, particularly when she saw how delighted Wonderbutt was to replace her.
I set the gate aside, and allowed them to both romp beside me while I made my way to the computer. As soon as I was seated, Wonderbutt plopped down on the floor beside me, and Mrs. P.I.B. curled up in the hall. They both put their heads down and went to sleep.
When you realize that you have the power to bring contentment to two living beings with your mere presence, it gives you a certain sense of worth. And, believe it or not, that is far more valuable than a smelly old couch with lumpy cushions.
I guess we will find out in about another month how it compares to a brand new couch and a husband who is nearing the end of his tether…
Posted on April 20, 2012, in Cap'n Firepants, Dogs, Humor, Mrs. P.I.B., Wonderbutt and tagged bulldog, dogs, golden retriever, humor, Mrs. P.I.B., pets, wonderbutt. Bookmark the permalink. 34 Comments.