|Crossposted from ralfmaximus.tumblr.com, where I mostly live now.|
So I went to feed my dog this morning, and the bowl slipped from my hands.
Metal dog bowl goes ring-a-ding-dinging around the kitchen floor like a pinball, kibble spraying EVERYWHERE. After it comes to rest me and the dog lock eyes. She is confused, anxious, ears down. This is not how things normally work.
No worries, I got this! she seems to say as she goes to work, hoovering up dog kibble like a Roomba.
It’s amazing to watch her, how quickly she cleans up my mess, tail waving gently with concentration. In less than a minute she is done, sitting proudly where moments ago was chaos.
“Good dog,” I say, putting down some extra bonus food for her… this time in the bowl. The morning ritual is complete, she is fed, all is right in the world.
My dog is teaching me not to sweat the little things.