Just wanted to do a fun post to cheer me up after being so mean and angry about the Dabangg show. And also, Dog Hazel was BAD and I will punish her through public shame. Like those mothers who put their kids’ shame photos on Facebook, except considerably less horrible.
Have you ever made homemade playdough? My Mom does it all the time, it’s just water and flour and a lot of salt. It’s better than store bought because you can make a ton of it, like a basketball sized lump. And it’s edible. It doesn’t taste great (I may have ingested quite a bit between ages 3 and 8), but it won’t make you sick, and parents don’t have to be on constant “don’t lick your fingers” patrol.
My Mom made up a batch as a gift for the two year old son of the little boy who gave me chicken pox when we were 5 (how does he have a son?????). And she had it out to be packed and wrapped sitting on a table. And Dog Hazel was alone in their house this weekend while I was off with Salman and they were off at a graduation party. So they came home to two big bites out of the playdough, an empty water dish (because salt), and a few little spots on the carpet. BAD DOG!!!!!
They kept this from me and instead just sent me an adorable bed time photo so I wouldn’t worry.
(I should have figured out something was wrong, she is clearly overcome with guilt)
They dropped her off at my place tonight and described her shame, while she perkily wagged her tail at me. But I feel, once she was inside, she was clearly looking at me and seeing the disappointment in my eyes. Right?
And then she settled down for a long reflective consideration of her sins and how best to atone.
And then, after a solid 5 minutes of hard thought, was so exhausted by guilt that she fell asleep. Where, I am sure, she will be tortured by dreams expressing her deep shame and need to do better.
I am sure I will awake tomorrow to find a lovely homemade apology letter on my pillow and a dog who has sworn to never sin again. Puppies: all about personal responsibility and growth.