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Every night it's the same thing.
About 8:30 PM my boy glides over to me silently, wagging his tail, looking so hopeful.
The tail wag, the hopeful look all signal it's time for an alligator.
Do something twice, and it's set in stone.
Milo, my puppy who's grown up in body but a baby in spirit, learned the
word alligator quickly, since it's his favorite chew. Officially named a
whimsey, it's shape defines it for us. If I happen to forget, which I
do all the time, he quietly sits in front of me, peeking around my IPAD then nosing it out of the way of his sparkling brown eyes, and he communicates with me:
"Mama... did you forget again? It's alligator time!" Every night he
dances from foot to foot with anticipation as I drag myself up from my
chair, to go to the pantry for the treat. He dances hopping from foot to
foot, eyes sparkling and dancing too as he waits, quickly sitting
pretty for me to offer the treat to his waiting enormous poodle teeth!
Gently he takes it, then runs to a remote section of the family room,
to relax the only way he can, with a whole treat to himself, he can
chew and chew and .... what? It's gone already?
"Let's have another Mama! They are so very small... I am so very
big.... you have one too if you like! There is a whole bag of them
"why don't you chew slower darling... make it last longer?" says the mama
" Because. Because it's there, and I'm excited, and my teeth are so
strong, and I'm excited, and I don't know why but it goes by so fast!
Let's eat the whole bag Mama! Why wait? If it's fun, why wait? If they
are there now... why wait? "
Mama thinks to herself, why wait? She is the sort to make sure to
have cake and frosting in each bite. She is the kind to lick ice cream
slowly to savor it, she is the kind to delay that new magazine til she
has nothing else to distract her. She is not the kind to gobble up the
frosting of life before the cake is gone. But Milo is the kind to eat
the best tasting stuff first. He is the kind to leave his bowl of dog
food while he begs at the table for people's scraps, because that dog
food will always be there.
He has priorities.
When he wants security, he sits in front of the mama and puts a big hobbit
foot, with hair growing from every toe, upon her knee to signal he's
available to be petted. He learned once, that sitting with your back to
the mama, and looking back over your shoulder up at her will cause
treats to fall from her plate.
Eat all treats now, don't wait. Don't equalize life by saving them for later. Have it all now!
Ya never know....
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