Sunday’s with Ollie
Do you ever ignore the voice in your head that says, “bad dog, don’t do that?”
I listen good when I want to. However, sometimes I ignore the voice because the need to do what I want turns the voice off. Things like eating cookies out of the grandkids hands. They hold them at a level so close to my sniffer that I can’t resist doing what the voice in my head is telling me not to. Than I justify it by saying to myself, it’s their fault, they should know better.
“Ollie get in your box,” my Connie yells at me. My favorite person in the world yelling at me breaks my heart. I walk slowly with my head lowered for I know I am guilty of my crime. Worst of all I’ve disappointed the one I love the most. I should know better than to mess with the grandkids. That’s something she doesn’t take lightly. My cozy little room becomes the “box,” and as I hear the click of the lock it becomes my “jail cell.” I admit my guilt as I sit with my head bowed in shame, whining in sadness and sorrow. Oh why didn’t I listen to the good voice that always knows best. Now I don’t get to enjoy all the other opportunities that having guest bring. Why couldn’t I have been satisfied with the many things the grandkids drop freely without thought. Those are the true gifts of the dog God. But no I had to take things into my own paws. Dog gone it why do I let temptation get the better of me? I’m guessing it’s because I’m a dog. I don’t have the sophisticated mind of a human after all. Why with a mind like theirs I bet they don’t have any trouble at all listening to the voice when it tells them to stop.