Sometimes I just have to slow down and think. This is not as easy as it sounds, for me, at least. And when my Griff mind gets going too fast, horrid, yes, horrid things can happen!
Take last week, when Mom came home from the place she goes to to make pottery. Her friend had given her something. And was it ever something… Mom set it on the counter, not thinking how it would be interpreted by a little Griff who feels it’s his duty to keep everyone safe and secure (that’s me, by the way).
Of course, I’ve conquered all things on “my level”, so I was looking up high for anything that needed my attention and, WHOA!! HOLD UP! STOP THE BUS!!!
During the initial panic and ferocious and furious barking, Mom was able to wrangle me into her arms (actually this felt like a pretty safe place to be at that moment) and lift me up to show me the brazen invader.
A bowl??? It doesn’t look that much more innocent from up here in Mom’s arms. Why, oh why, would anyone want to scare a little guy so bad that they’d make a bowl look like that?? Well, this just could not stay in our house with me and my girls. Mom set me down and I continued to be a crazy dog. I would have barked, growled, and yipped for weeks if necessary. Alas, I’m pretty good at going bonker-konkers.
Either they couldn’t take any more, or, as I’d like to believe, they love me too much to see me in such distress. The bowl was taken away. “To where?”, you ask. “Who cares?”, I say. As long as it’s gone.
And I can take a deep breath and collect myself.
I wouldn’t want to come across undignified.
I am, as you know, One Cool Griff.
Crazy days at the zoo. Indeed.