Hello again all my faithful campbellsworld followers.
I’m so glad you’ve dropped in on your way home on this warm WordPress Wednesday.
I’m telling you the following tale from friend and fellow author Joan Myles, well, it smoothed out all my rough edges.
What? You don’t have rough edges? Well, how about I send my Google Gremlins over your way and you can have mine a while?
No. You don’t want them? Well, can’t say as I blame you…
What’s that? Only have a few minutes before you’ve got to get to the store to pick up something for supper.
Well, then, come right up onto the deck, sit down, and let’s read Joan’s terrific tale together.
I must say it’s wonderful to have her back with us here today.
OK. SHH. Here she is now.
Oh, yes one more thing. Make sure you don’t take off without checking out Joan’s book info at the end of her tale.
Alright. Alright. I’ll hush. Go ahead Joan.
BY: JOAN MYLES
For any of you darlings who may have been wondering about him, Ari the WonderDog, my retired Guide Dog, is living a sweet and happy life these days. Every morning after breakfast, his and ours, we continue to play “Hide-n-seek”, hiding his four favorite toys, and requesting them by name. Most of the time Ari responds by cheerfully dancing down the hall, sniffing from room to room, and returning with the correct toy. Of course, even a dog gets bored…so, sometimes he swipes the previously retrieved pal from my unsuspecting hand, waltzes down the hall, and returns to claim his prize with the stolen toy.
“Oh, you’re a trickster, aren’t you?” I exclaim, pat him on the head, and send him looking once more. And, depending on his mood, he will comply or repeat
the snatching game.
Yes, Ari is a delight to live with, still loves to play, have his belly rubbed, still “heels” and “sits” on command.
But a couple of times lately he has earned the gold-plated “Good Dog Award”.
The first happened one day as I was gathering an assortment of vegetables on the kitchen table, planning to settle in with my lunch and a recorded book.
My husband was away for the afternoon, so I thought I would take this rare opportunity to leisurely eat my hummus and raw veggies while catching up on
some long-overdue reading.
I no sooner sat down, and one of my cherry tomatoes rolled down my lap onto the floor under the table.
“Bah!” I grumbled, as I got to my knees and began moving my hands slowly and methodically across the floor, inch by blasted inch, away from my chair.
“Well, there you are, Ari,” I chuckled when my search brought me nose to nose with my canine buddy, “you didn’t happen to catch my tomato, did You?”
I pawed all around his furry body from nose to tail, and just decided to give up. Either Ari had eaten my tomato, or it would make itself known later…maybe when my husband got home.
I climbed back into my chair, brushed off my hands, and was just about to get up to wash before returning to my uneaten lunch, when Ari nudged my knee.
“What is it pal? Need to go out or something…”
I reached out to scratch his whiskered chin, and what do you know, the lost tomato appeared in my hand. Ari must have caught it on the roll, and kept
my lost tomato in his soft lab mouth until just now…without making a single tooth mark in its smooth skin.
Oh, Ari! What a very good boy you are!” I exclaimed.
I took the unblemished orb from him and cut it up into doggy bites for his treat. “I think you earned this.”
So why was I so surprised a few days later?
That morning I was unusually chatty and was rambling on and on about some crazy incident or other to my husband. In fact, I was so lost in what I was
saying, that when He handed me my daily vitamin, I automatically held it out to Ari, already in treat mode I suppose.
“Oh my God, Ari, no!”
But like the lab he is, he graciously slurped up my offering with delight
. And while we humans panicked and debated how negatively such a terrible mistake would affect him, Ari set about gathering up his favorite toys for “Hide-n-Seek”.
“We’ll just have to watch him carefully,” my husband stated, then “Hey, what’s this…why it’s the vitamin! Good boy”
After all, Ari is no fool, thank goodness. He knows there is only so much room in a pup’s mouth…whew! And I know better not to ramble so brainlessly
MORE ON JOAN AND HER BOOK…
ONE WITH WILLOWS CN-2019
One With Willows is a collection of spiritually playful poems which invites you to step out of the everyday world, to catch your breath, even to catch a glimpse of what really is. There is magic in light that turns hummingbirds into rubies. Wonder and delight wait for you in a garden, bid you to sit beside a young child at the piano, and may even lead you to stumble upon holiness where you least expect to find it.
You will want One With Willows on your bookshelf when you need a friendly reminder that things can get better. It will sit with you on the edge of the bed when you are weary, and revive your sense of hope when you need a boost.
One with Willows, an Ebook by Joan Myles smashwords.com
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