I’ve been rained out of work pretty much since Monday. All I have to show for the week is 3 completed properties and the start of a very nasty head cold.
I have absolutely nothing to do except eat, watch TV and give extra attention to the kids.
Apparently I’ve spent way too much time on activity #3 because at this point, some of the dogs WANT to be outside in the rain. Those who don’t choose Satan’s Tears over Mom’s Attention have burrowed themselves into the furthest recesses of any pocket or hidey hole they can find and are remaining freakishly quiet.
Franky and DASH! are hiding under the bed, so I can’t get a photo.
Morty, Willy, Emmi, Kodi (visiting dog), Marcy, Gertie, Angus and Gracie chose the downpour over sitting with me. Best I can figure they are huddled in the farthest reaches of a horse stall, out of view from the back door. I’ve called them a few times, and each time a nose pokes around the stall door, but that same nose also disappears moments later. That it has been a different nose each time tells me more than 1 are hiding in that particular stall.
That leaves us with Pablo. He may be out in the open, but when I tried to cuddle up to him, he snarled me away.
As I’ve been shuffling about the house, vacuming and laundering away a few of the mud layers, depressed that after all I’ve done for these Nimwits none will step up to keep me amused in my time of need, I had an epiphany:
Every single dog who calls Run A Muck Ranch home, despite their background, is confident and comfortable. They don’t need constant human interaction to feel self worth. Every time they jump in my lap, ask for a hug, or invite me to play, it’s a choice and not a need for comfort or to please, and in the end, they choose me with no ulterior motives. They also don’t feel the need to suck up, knowing that their current avoidance in no way influences our relationship over all.
So I sit here on now my 3rd day of rain induced inactivity, during what has been the longest continuous time at home ever experienced by me (or The Horde) being totally ignored. (I could even close the bathroom door if I remembered how to do it!). And with all this going on, only one thought comes to mind:
We did good by these Nimwits!
That said, I look forward to the rain stopping so I can go back to work so the kids will go back to irritating me.