Truly, our Great Creator has a perplexing sense of humour! ...
As some of you may know, I’m half blind without my reading glasses and, just when I mislay them, I realise that I actually need my glasses in order to find them. Yeah, it’s a twist of fate – an awkward reminder of my fallibility. As age creeps up on me, so does my deteriorating sight. But add a puppy to the equation and the reality becomes even graver!
I have spent the last 20 minutes in a careful search of every corner of my house. As if adding insult to injury, Lexi has accompanied me on my search – her smiling, cheerful face attached to a wild, waggy tail. She is a living, walking jibe at my unfortunate situation. She doesn’t realise that I am quickly approaching end of my tether.
Having searched the entire length of my house, my only option now is to migrate ‘outside’ and pace the lawn and the flower beds too – carefully! I need my glasses even more to do this. I feel defeated, but I concede, and exit into the bright morning sunshine.
“Come Lexi,” I say. “Be a good dog and please show me where have you taken them this time,” I say sarcastically.
The pup doesn’t seem to notice my simmering mood and repeats her uninhibited ‘happy dance’ around my ankles.
The next question is “What condition will they be in when I find them?” Oh God, my battered brain is balking! Will they be salvageable? Will I be able to see past the tiny teeth marks? Damn this puppy! Images of tiny glass mosaics and corrugated frames play out their comedy in my imagination. Lucky for me, my far-sightedness in still intact. I can see the puppy watching me – innocence etched on her features – she studies my every move.
“What can I help you with, Maxmom?” her eyes plead curiously as she approaches me again with a wide, anticipatory dog-grin.
“It’s you, Lexi, I know it’s you!” She knows I’m not impressed, but she wags her tail even harder.
Exhausted and defeated, I return to my kitchen and switch the kettle on. I slump into the seat next to my computer at the kitchen table. Out of sheer habit, my hand reaches forward, next to the computer and closes around an all-too-familiar shape. I open the object and place it on my nose. Sight restored! Whew!
Only then does the realisation hit me. It's time to eat serious humble-pie. Lexi sits next to me, staring up at me adoringly, innocent and most of all - forgiving. She waits ... Her tail is a blur as my mood turns for the better. I sigh audibly in humility.
“I’m so sorry, my girl,” I say. “But it’s nice to at least have someone to blame.”
Oh the joys of being human!