In my mind, I continually tell myself to be patient. Unfortunately, I’m not that great of a listener.
I’m fresh out of patience.
I have no more answers.
I have no more solutions.
I have no more interest in questions.
It’s May, and I need a break.
It happens every year, but this one has been especially tiring (sure, cranking out mediocre to less than mediocre blogs seems easy…).
But I’m not the only one.
Teachers, Principals, Secretaries, Custodians, and even lowly Superintendents grow more and more tired towards the end of the school year.
But there is good news.
Summer is right around the corner and that means we will all have an opportunity to recharge.
Buddy the Dog isn’t so lucky. That’s his big snout in the picture on the right (as opposed to all the other pictures in this blog).
He is the King of Impatience.
And King of the House.
The picture was taken at exactly 4:00 pm. I’m not sure of the day, but I’m positive it was 4:00 pm.
How do I know?
Because that’s when I get home and take off my tie.
This of course means one thing to Buddy.
Time to eat.
And when it’s time to eat, he means it’s time to eat.
You can’t really blame him. After a long day of sleeping 14 straight hours (with two 15 minute breaks to sniff around the yard and bark at the UPS guy), a King (dog) gets hungry.
And he isn’t shy about telling me.
When my tie comes off, he goes into starvation crisis mode.
There’s whining. Jumping around. Circling. And grabbing my hand in an effort to drag me towards the garage (this is where the Holy Grail of Food is located).
If all of this wasn’t enough, he has his patented go-to move which he evidently learned in Beagle College.
If I make the mistake of laying down anywhere around his sacred time of 4:00 pm, he stands on my chest.
All 4 legs planted directly in my big gut.
Then he stares. A long painful slightly pathetic and sad stare that conveys the following message.
“Human, feed me right now or prepare to die!”
It’s really quite haunting.
I took the picture out of self-preservation more than anything.
So, while I’m out of patience, I can recharge.
Because 10 minutes after he’s eaten, he’s also forgotten.
So if you are like me and your patience is wearing thin, I have some advice. Hang in there, summer is coming.
And if you ever wake up from an afternoon nap and feel Buddy’s hot beagle breathe on your forehead and notice his icy blue eyes staring directly into your soul…