I love holidays. Who wouldn’t? Holidays come with the guarantee that at least one of three things will happen. Number one, people will come over to pet the dog (can’t beat that!). Number two, presents wrapped in brightly colored paper will be exchanged (the paper, of course, will be shredded by the dog). Number three, tasty food will be made and hopefully shared (or stolen) by the dog. Needless to say, it’s great to be the dog! Well, yesterday was Mother’s Day and this holiday arrived with two of the three aforementioned promises.
Ma's Mother's Day gift |
Later, Pa started making dinner. At first, nothing seemed special; he started the barbeque and took some stuff out of the refrigerator. Then he took a strange shaped package from the fridge. It smelled really good and looked really weird. It kind of looked like a giant hand but it smelled like fish. Pa told me that it was crab or the fish half of fishsteak (known to the humans as surf ‘n turf). I followed that crab everywhere: I lay on the floor by the kitchen counter and glared lovingly up at it, I followed it and Pa to the grill where it cooked and I drooled, and I took my place on the floor next to Ma’s chair when the cooked crab was placed on the table. And then I waited. As the minutes passed I became more and more depressed. How could my humans eat such tasty smelling food and not share it with the cute little dog with big brown eyes—especially after I devoted so much of my time to teaching Ma how to play with that really cool rabbit toy? “Come on,” I thought, “what’s one little leg?” Just as I was about to give up all hope, Pa leaned down and gave me a piece of crab. It was so tasty and that was even without butter!
Ahh…what a holiday!
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