I'm feeling obnoxious having the moxie to talk more about a stupid dog. And now I'm feeling guilty about calling him stupid. I can't win. So maybe I will write about how he is not at all stupid and maybe I'll include another subject so it's just not a post about the Ben alone.
Sometimes I wish I had a camera set up to see how he behaves when he is alone. I've known of dogs that pull covers down on their master's beds or of dogs that chew their owner's magazines or rip apart shoes and pillows. Ben has never touched anything that does not belong to him. Somehow he has boundaries when it comes to property. That's not stupid.
He has a very tiny mouth and he loves to carry about in his tiny mouth, little bouncy balls. The trick comes in when I offer him a treat and he must make a decision. Do I keep the ball? Do I drop the ball so I can get the treat? Do I take the treat in the mouth with the ball and then figure it out? So you see his decision making abilities are exceptional.
The other thing I wanted to mention about dear sweet Bennie, and so I now shall mention - is this pooch, the size of a tote bag, takes off into the backyard to chase away deer. If there is a small herd, say eight of them, the Ben does not care, he just charges. His body sort of flattens like a mop and takes off after them. They scatter. They fear him. This is large deer I am talking about. What's with the courage, Ben? Why, Ben, are you fearful of any and all dog dishes and you must eat off the floor? He thinks a dish is a risk, but a deer is not? Seems not to have discernment.
The last thing I want to say about my pupsqueak is that he howls at the moon like a wolf. Just kidding. He howls when the fire siren invades our home. That's it. Now I will try and commit not to write about him anymore. Everything from this moment forward about Bentley will be kept confidential. I think.
Tooth broke in half, I swallowed the half, had the half I was left with fixed by my very competent dentist. Thanks, John.
Sub covered for me at school, I left her with one student jumping around the gymnasium like it was a trampoline, one boy lying down in the middle of the gymnasium as though he was a snow angel and one student not wanting to cooperate with the teacher regarding where she needed to be. I have found a degree of satisfaction knowing someone walked in my shoes today. Which shoes? Why of course the ones with the steel toes.
God bless children, God bless dentists and most definitely, God bless substitute aides!
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