A couple of years ago mom took on a second job. She started working late and I missed her. It was sooo boring being in the house by myself. I would play with my toys by myself. I like to pretend I’m part of a rodeo show. I pick up one of my stuffed animals and start bucking in the air like a crazy bull. I spin and jump and buck and spin and jump until the poor animal goes flying in the air. I then tear after it like it’s running for its life and pick it up at full speed without even slowing down. I circle around the living room and dining room a few times and start the whole show again. This may sound weird to some of you but German Shorthaired Pointers need lots of exercise. Anyhow, this playing just wasn’t the same when mom wasn’t sitting in the audience cheering me on. I love when mom laughs so hard that she can’t even open her eyes. So I stood in the kitchen just staring out of the window waiting for her to come home. With my chin propped up on the sill I found a new way to entertain myself. A new chew toy! The window sill is just the perfect height, texture, and the taste isn’t too bad either. I worked on that for a while and then guess what? I found something even more fun, drywall! Drywall is easier to chew and more fun because once you get it started, you pull on the edges and it peels off the wall. It makes a neat sound as you’re pulling and tugging. It also massages my front gums when I’m trying to pinch the edge of the drywall paper with my front teeth. It doesn’t taste too bad and goes down my throat with scratching like the wood did. I was just having a ball when my sister got home and interrupted it all. She looked shocked which turned into slight anger mixed in with satisfaction as she stated “Oooooo, you’re in trouble, wait until mom gets home!” She proceeded to take pictures and text them to mom at work. I suddenly picked up a vibe. ‘Oh poopy, this doesn’t seem good!’
Later that night when mom came through the front door, she looked exhausted. I have seen that look before but this time it was different. It was a look of ‘I can’t take on one more thing on my list right now, I’m drowning’. I greeted her at the door as usual. No matter how tired mom is when she gets home she is always happy to see me. This time she walked past me straight into the kitchen. I knew this wasn’t good. I left her alone and went to sit at the top of the stairs. I heard “OMG! Why? I can’t do this anymore. Simba get over here!” I came down a couple of steps. I guess that’s not what she meant. She appeared at the kitchen doorway and looked up at me. She repeated herself this time pointing her finger at the floor below her. I came down a couple more steps trying to look very apologetic. I dropped my ears and squinted my eyes to where I can barely see her. She shouted “Don’t do that, it makes you look Chinese which you’re not, you’re German. Now, get over here!” as she pointed once again. Well looking pathetic wasn’t working and I noticed that the longer I made her wait the angrier her voice became. I chose to face her like a German. Slowly, and I mean slow motion slow, I reached her. She took me to my new entertainment center and pointed to my work of art and shouted ‘No, not okay. This is bad”. I new exactly what she was saying by the tone in her voice and the look in her eyes. She was a little angry, a little sad and a lot disappointed. I felt very bad for her. She ignored me over the next couple of hours which seemed like days to me. It was torture. I would sit and stare at her waiting for her to call me over and forgive me. Finally, before bed she did just that and let me give her a kiss. I knew then it was all going to be okay. Thank goodness we have an agreement not to go to bed angry.