Six years ago we ended up with a wonderful Yellow Lab. He was lost, no one claimed him, so we offered to give him a home. When he first arrived and we were still getting to know his habits, I left him inside, unattended, while I ran a few errands.
When I returned from my errands the cooling rack was on the floor, there were claw scratch marks on the counter where it had been, and the cookies, were gone. Shocking right? A lab eating cookies?
I was so frustrated that my beautiful wood counter tops were now damaged.
Our sweet dog died a few years ago.
The scratches are all but gone now, blended into the myriad of other scratches of years of use.
And I miss them.
And I remember that I was frustrated with them,
and wonder why,
because now,
as I look back, at the image of my dog, paws on the counter, scarfing down cookies as fast as his fat hearted lab self can manage,
and I laugh.
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