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Dance, Dance, Clean
My Son Is Afraid To Leave His Room When I Play Shaggy’s Music and Start Cleaning and Dancing
He’s learned from early experience
It’s the empty days after Christmas and New Year’s Day, and I’m OVER IT.
Not the spirit of Christmas. Or the hope of a new year.
The decorations.
The clutter.
The abandoned wrapping.
The cookies under the footstool. Don’t ask.
Okay, ask.
I imbibed liberally on Christmas Eve, surrounded by my son, my sister, three cats, and the dearest, sweetest, most handsome standard poodle in the world. I dare you to find a better dog than our Cody.
However, this story isn’t about him, unless it’s to point out that, unlike every dog I’ve known, he did NOT immediately jump on the cookies and suck them down, when, while balancing the plate being passed to me, I let it slip and dumped cookies on the floor.
In Cody’s defense, he is scared of the cats, who were draped in feigned nonchalance around and on me, waiting for him to dare to come close to me or my spilled cookies.