A DOG’S RITUAL
When I was a little girl “puppy” mommy and I had a special ritual. As I grew up mommy didn’t participate in our ritual anymore. She probably thought I didn’t need it. I think she was just tired of running up the stairs, she’s not getting any younger. When my human brother moved away and at the same time my human sister went off to college, mommy and I began our ritual again. I was so sad when the house was left empty of their youth, fun and company that I would have accidents upstairs in the bedroom. I think mommy wanted to help me feel happy again so she began the ritual and it worked.
The ritual stopped again after several months. Now here I am 4 years later. This past year has been quite stressful for me moving to a new house and having to learn new routines and rules. I don’t know why but I had a pee-pee accident upstairs. Mom looked a little disappointed when she got home from work but said that accidents do happen. However, she did not have the same “Oh well” attitude the next day when she came home and found another pee-pee accident. She decided that we needed to start our ritual again. Yay! I bet you want to know what our ritual is. I have kept you in suspense long enough. When mommy gets home from work I love to be there right by the door to show her how excited I am to see her. Then she says “Should we check upstairs?” OMG! My insides or maybe it’s my heart just pound with excitement. I jump and race her up the stairs. She tries to beat me but I always win. Sometimes as I’m squeezing past her between her legs, I get ahead. Mommy can be quite clumsy at times and trips a lot when she is racing me. I jump on the bed and begin to do a rodeo dance while I wait for mommy to stop rubbing her knees and elbows and meet me there. I’m not sure what the rubbing knees is all about but maybe she thinks it’s good luck. As she gets close, a big sunny smile fills the bedroom. With her arms held up in the air, she tells me what a good girl I am. In the middle of my jumping, bucking, and pouncing, I lunge up to give her a hug. I stand on the edge of the bed with both paws on her shoulder kissing her to the moon and back and she returns the hugs and kisses. Sometimes we need to cut the hugs and kisses short because my lunge towards her ends up in a head-butt to her nose. That’s mommy’s Achilles heel. You know what? No more pee-pee accidents! It’s a magic ritual. I hope mommy doesn’t get tired of racing up the stairs, or tripping on the way up, or getting her nose smashed into the back of her brain any time soon. I love our ritual.