I may not be there yet, but I’m closer than I was yesterday. ~Author unknown
It’s a challenge when you’ve got a sneaky Mama.
I think she stays up late at night, trying to outsmart me. And you know, sometimes she succeeds — but don’t tell her that.
She’d be impossible to live with.
Take this Easter holiday, for example.
A week or so ago, she took some of my kibbles and hid them around the house. She said she was trying to “warm me up” for our annual Egg Hunt.
“Warming” was a pretty good idea, considering it’s been so cold. But I’m just a little Monkey, and I had no idea what an “annual egg hunt” was supposed to be.
Still, it sounded like food might be involved, and I’m pretty stoked by food, so I played along.
At first, I didn’t get the hang of it. But Mama called out “Warm” when I got close to the treat and “Cold” when I raced in the other direction.
And she kept reminding me to use my nose.
Eventually, my tummy was happy because I found the treats.
Mama was happy, too — because I wasn’t aggravating her and was expending some of my boundless energy, heh heh!
Then came Easter Sunday. When Mama got back from some place called “church,” she announced it was Egg Hunt time.
But then she hid my treats inside plastic eggs.
Sneaky, I tell you.
Well, I raced around and around, checking the doors and hoping I could peek where she was hiding them, but Mama refused until she was ready.
Doggone it, I’m just a little Monkey. Hiding treats in plain sight is one thing; tucking them inside plastic eggs is sneaky.
All I smelled was plastic, and trust me, it’s not a yummy scent.
But Mama persevered with her encouragement, and after I’d found all my treats, the hunt was over.
I guess it was fun.
Maybe I’ll enjoy it more when I’m a bigger Monkey … and she hides something good instead of kibble. Huh.
What do you think?