Please, allow me to explain today's "hump" day rhyme...
There was a tennis ball under the base of the computer armoire (in front of which I'd been attempting to get some work done). I knew this because, for the previous several minutes, Dewi had been conspicuously alternating between staring up at me longingly and frantically pawing at the crevice between the armoire and the floor. The thing is, I was confused, because the tennis ball I had handed him moments before (to keep him mildly occupied while I was working), was lying right in front of his feet.
So, I thought, okay, maybe there's a "better" ball under there (after all, the one I'd just given him was missing some yellow fuzz, cracked on one side, and practically incapable of bouncing anymore). And, giving him that, I grudgingly got up from my chair, precariously lowered myself to the floor (bad knees), and used a wooden pole to roll the "better" ball out from under the furniture.
It was obvious from the expression on his face that Dewi approved, so I plopped the "new" ball in front of him and went back to my previous business.
Seconds later, in my peripheral vision, I saw Dewi - with a ball in his mouth - scuttling toward my legs, and I could hear him nosing around under the desk - at the one place under the armoire where a tennis ball can pass through and get trapped. And, by gosh, if he didn't drop that ball and then shove it up under there with his nose! On purpose!
So then, I'm thinking, Dewi? Are you that much of a dimwit that you'd intentionally shove your ball under the furniture, where you can't get to it? And if that's not bad enough, dude, make me stop what I'm do...ing? (pause) Get. up. and...
Oh. My. GOSH! (looks at Dewi's smiling face.) You're not a dimwit. (crap) I am!
(I'll have you know, Dewi knew exactly what he was doing: roll the ball under the furniture, and the human fetches it every time!)
So, I got the wooden pole, prodded the ball out, and played fetch with both Dewi and Jon Farleigh, until they were tired and ready for a nap.
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And that, my friends, is why today is Forrest Gump day.
Also, if this morning was in a box of chocolates, it would have been an orange cream.
;-)
