Children and small dogs mix in humorous ways, Rick Rogers tells us in his Family Matters column.
It’s rare that I get phone calls from my wife during a workday.
Typically, she’s busy trying to teach students how to play the right notes in her band classes.
But, on Thursderay, with the threat of severe winter weather canceling school, Elizabeth had a little more time on her hands while relaxing at home with our two daughters.
So, later that morning when I picked up the phone, it was the wife and she had a story to share.
“I have to tell you what your daughter did,” she said.
As a parent, when someone speaks that sentence to you, a tingle goes up the spine.
You imagine your child using a wall as a canvas for her artwork.
Images of your child squeezing her stuffed animal down the garbage disposal fill your head.
The thought of your child giving him or her a new haircut creeps in your mind.
“Oh, geez, what did she does this time?” I replied, thinking about how much this mistake was going to cost me.
“She didn’t do anything bad, well, not real bad,” the wife replied.
The story goes like this…
As Elizabeth was sitting in the living room chair playing computer games (I don’t really know if she was playing games or not, but typically, that’s what she does), she noticed Rachel was walking back and forth from the kitchen to our bedroom with a pillowcase slung over her shoulder.
As she walked, she would look at her mother with this sly smile. On Rachel’s third trip, Elizabeth stopped her and asked, “Rachel, what’s in the pillowcase?”
“Jo Jo,” Rachel replied.
Jo Jo is our dog.
That’s right, somehow Rachel managed to put Jo Jo, a Yorkie, into a pillowcase and carry her around like a sack of potatoes.
The strange thing is Jo Jo didn’t seem to mind.
She didn’t bark or whine. She’s didn’t fight to get out.
“I immediately thought of you, so I had to call you,” Elizabeth said.
The reason Elizabeth thought of me was because my parents love to tell the story about how I put our cat in a pillowcase and used to spin in circles with it when I was a child.
No, don’t get the impression my family doesn’t like animals. We love dogs and cats. I don’t need PETA knocking on my door tomorrow.
So, after Elizabeth told Rachel it probably wasn’t a good idea to put Jo Jo in a pillowcase anymore, she understood.
A few hours later, Rachel was walking around with a little portable cooler that has a handle like a suitcase. It is just the right height for a 4-year-old like Rachel, and she likes to put her dolls in it and use it as a stroller.
Rachel was rolling the cooler around the house, and as she passed by her Mom she would give this devilish look.
“Rachel’s what’s in the cooler?”
“Jo Jo,” she said.
Elizabeth ran up to the cooler, unzipped it, and out popped Jo Jo’s little Yorkie head.
My response when Elizabeth told me that story was, “well, at least she didn’t put ice in with her.”
Rick Rogers is the publisher of The Neosho Daily News. After he takes his dog to the doggie therapist, he will respond to your emails to firstname.lastname@example.org. His “Family Matters” column publishes Fridays.