~ Dad Steps in It…(No, Not That) ~
Leave it to Keira, the youngest of the pack, to turn a completely normal morning into a thought-provoking controversy.
This current controversy began with a simple question addressed to Tucker and I during the consuming of our breakfast kibble. “How come you seniors always vote against my ideas?”
I glanced momentarily at Tucker but didn’t stop plowing through my “break-feast”. Tucker, on the other hand slowed to a stop at his bowl and sat down looking up at Dad. Tucker, with his photographic memory, knew we had not voted on any of Keira’s ideas recently and correctly deduced that somehow, Dad was actually the one to answer Keira’s question.
Keira, unlike Tucker and me, likes to follow Mom or Dad all over the property and through the house for extended periods of time, as she is curious about everything they do. Whereas Tucker and I have seen it all and would rather just do our business, then lay in the sun.
Apparently, during her rounds with the two-leggeds, she has been coming up with a steady steam of ideas for things for us to do together, and Dad has been pretending to go ask “the seniors” and coming back to tell her we had said no.
When Dad was forced to explain this to us, it did no go over well with Tucker, our pack sheriff.
Negotiations began, and Dad relented to a settlement. Keira was to list her last three ideas, and if Tucker and I would have voted yes to at least two of them, then her next idea would be greenlit without a vote.
So, here were her ideas:
- Cover the backyard with whipped cream and throw whipped cream balls that we would chase and catch.
- Take a ride in the once-was-a-luxury-car instead of The Truck.
- Have Dad put peanut butter on his shoes, then let us try to catch him outside in the backyard.
When Dad heard her recite her list, he put his head in his hands. Then, with a sigh, he asked the sheriff for a verdict on what would have been our votes.
Tuck and I conferred in the hallway and decided to graciously nix one idea and vote yes on two. That way, Dad could say it was close. Since we both knew that you really can’t make a whipped-cream ball, and we were pretty sure a backyard covered in cream would probably lead to all of us having to endure scrubbies afterwards, we chose no on that one.
We returned to the living room to announce our verdict of voting yes on two of three. Dad, with visible trepidation, turned to Keira for the pronouncement of her latest brainstorm.
“Muzzle-Teers!”
Collective puzzlement floated through the room (not unusual with this bunch).
Keira, miffed at the lack of excitement shown for her idea, tried again. “Muzzle-Teers! The Three Muzzle-Teers, we’re going to do a play!”
Dad mumbled something about, “Not swords again”, while Tuck and I wagged enthusiastically for Keira.
Dad got up and opened the patio door so we could take our excitement and victory outside. When Tuck trotted past Dad, Tuck softly said, “I hope you learned your lesson.”
Tuck didn’t give him time to answer.
~Hazel Bazel Rocket Dog
