A Fool in Fur
But everybody who knows me knows I’m a goofball, so that’s boring. Let’s talk about the real fool in my life: Yeti.
Yeti is a seventy-five pound Goldendoodle who knows a thing or two about acting the fool.
Yeti likes to protect us from terrifying dangers, like robins. Joggers. Squirrels. Skateboards. That horrible stranger in a ballcap who dares to check our electric meter.
In Yeti’s mind, the relentless pacing, frantic barking, and slobber slinging is a thoughtful gift of protection that his family should be grateful for. In our minds, he is a moron who could use another Dentabone. (Can't they make Orbit or Mentos for dogs or something?)
Yeti recently got a haircut and now his tail fur sometimes tickles his bum so he occasionally sprints out of a room, with a dirty looks at anyone nearby. I think he’s convinced one of us is trying to violate him with a feather duster.
But in his mind, this is a valid worry. It couldn’t possibly be his own tail tickling him. After all, it’s never happened before. How could a haircut change things so much?
So, maybe acting a fool is all about the perception. I think unless we start howling and bouncing when our neighbors take a walk, we should just cut ourselves some slack and be as silly as we want.