Faster Than A Ferrari in A F1 Street Race

My mom loves to take pictures. She isn’t a professional, but she will pull out the camera, play with some buttons, choose a funny nose to put on the end of it, then put herself in all sorts of positions to get ” the perfect picture”.

The perfect picture

She takes pictures of all sorts of things. Nature is her favorite. Family is a close second. She struggles with nature photos because, if she leaves for a walk, we will all sit in the window or at the door and cry. She says she is NOT carrying her camera bag while hauling three dogs on a walk through the woods. As far as family photos go, lets be honest, getting three dogs, a cat, and some humans to sit nicely for any sort of photo is impossible. So, when Mom takes family photos, they usually just include one or two of us, and they are generally candid shots, moments of us, being us.

us being us

On a beautiful fall day, it was much nicer to be outside than it was inside. I chose to stay out back. I wanted to feel my first fall in all its glory. I like hot summer days, laying on the patio, but fall. I didn’t know fall. Fall came in overnight and showed just what it was made of. The temperature went from 90 to 65. I needed to enjoy all the time outside that I could. How long does this fall thing last anyway? Mom happened to be home for the majority of the day. So she decided since I didn’t want to come in, and she didn’t want to be in either, she would grab her camera and start taking some photos that friends had been asking her for. Apparently, I have fans!

I will not look at the camera

Mom let Boy take some pictures first. He likes to play photographer, with us as his muses. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree does it? After Boy finished up, she took the camera and lay on the patio across from where I was laying. I was busy eating the ants out of the cracks in the stones. I don’t have time to look at cameras when there are a plethora of ants to be destroyed.

ants are delicious

Let me pause for a second. Did I ever tell you that food is my favorite? Did I ever tell you that if you just say the word “cookie” it will light a fire in my behind, and I will be by your side faster than a Ferrari in a F1 street race. And my final side bar; bugs are food too.

Crunchy snacks

Okay, back to the story. I was was laying on the patio, Mom laying in front of me. She kept saying all the names “Schmoo, Lemmies, Lemmer Loo Loo, Kevin, Smootie Pootie”. I was busy, remember, ants, ants everywhere. I didn’t have time to take a break, I was breaking up an army. But then, then Mom got tricky. “I have cookies”, she said. That got my attention. Ants are good, but cookies are better. I looked at her, she had her fingers pinched together at the top of the camera, click. click. click click. She got her pictures. I did not get a cookie. She wasn’t being honest. She tricked me. She used my weakness against me.

you said cookies?

Well guess what. I took note that she never got up. She just stayed put. I wasn’t falling for that twice. If you are going to try to trick me, you better make it more convincing the second time around. She and that camera didn’t let up though. “Cookie! Lems I have cookies for you”. She is a lying, liar who lies, and I am not falling for it. I kept hearing the camera click, but I didn’t look at her. I avoided eye contact, made funny faces, and continued to fight off the invading army. I could actually eat the ants, she can save her fake cookies for someone else. She may have gotten a picture, but it wasn’t going to come easily. She was going to have to work for it.

you lied. Ah, to your pictures

Don’t fall for the same mistakes twice. That is your lesson. We are all going to be tricked or manipulated into something, at some point. That is reality, but you don’t need to let it continue to happen. You get to stand up for yourself and say “NO!”. It is self care to not let yourself be tricked. It is standing up for you. Stand up for yourself when you need to and maybe enjoy a special snack while you’re at it!

all self cared up

The Waiting Game

Scrappy is my brother. He is one of the grumpiest dogs you’ve ever met. He growls constantly and loudly. He never bites but you know when you’re in his space, or across the room from him, or on his bad side. Mom says the older he gets the worse it gets, she said she has always expected a great deal of him and made him deal with a lot- babies, parks, other pets, day care, grooming, stray cats, long days in kennels, rules, and HER. Mom says he was the best and easiest, but so many years of high expectations can change a dog. He isn’t just cranky with me. Oh, no! He is cranky with EVERYONE! Everyone except Dad. This is Scrappy’s second dad and absolute, most favorite person of all time. I heard a rumor; Dad is his favorite because when they met Dad used to take him for rides (Scrappy loves rides) and on those rides they would stop for an old fashioned doughnut at Dunkin’ Donuts. I don’t know what that is but Scrappy sure must think it’s great, and if he thinks it’s great, it must be amazing.

Have I mentioned that food is my most favorite thing in the whole entire world?!? When mom fills my bowl with those crunchy little nuggets of delectable goodness, I will do a happy dance that would move Simon Cowell to press the golden buzzer. How’s the song go? I’ve got the moves like Jagger? That said, Mom and her unusually high expectations is thoroughly unimpressed with my moves. She would prefer I not “lose my mind”, knocking over food, water, and crumpling potty papers. She wants me to sit and wait. Sitting and waiting is incredibly challenging.

Did I mention food is my favorite thing in the whole wide world?!? I would gobble up my breakfast or dinner (the slow feeder bowl does not slow me down, it just makes eating slightly annoying), then I would run over to Scrappy’s bowl and try to steal a taste of those old man nuggets that are equally and maybe more yummy than my own. I did that just enough times for Scrappy to decide his growl was not an effective form of communication. That day, he decided a snap might be a better way to get not only get his point across, but also my attention. He scared me with that trick twice. Those scares taught me a valuable lesson, one I am going to share with you.

Waiting is hard, really hard, painstakingly hard! It seems even harder when the thing you are focused on is something you want more or love more than anything in the whole entire world. Scrappy taught me that waiting, and doing it patiently, without barking, has it’s benefits. If I lie really close to Scrappy and wait for him to finish, I will absolutely get to lick the bowl, and on a really good day, I get to finish the last of the scrumptious old man nuggets he left behind. All this can happen without Mom or Scrappy yelling at me, or me being put into the mud room while Scrappy finishes. If that happens the bowl magically disappears before I am allowed back out.

Being Patient means I benefit. I get to enjoy this pleasure that would be removed from my grasp otherwise. There is power in patience. Things you want will be yours when they are supposed to be. You just have to be willing to wait for them. Waiting doesn’t mean taking your eye off of the prize. Waiting (with patience) means knowing the thing you want will be yours at exactly the time it is supposed to be.