Today, when waiting for the snow to come, I decided to sit on the couch and read. Not the Basset Hounds know they are invited to sit on the couch if I let them and they are all about climbing up on my lap until I yell at them. Eventually they settle down next to me.
So there they were, Bertha right next to me, as she always fights to be, and Clarence between her and the edge of the couch. I was reading but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Clarence stand as if he wanted to face the other way. Naturally, the lack of space made his desire to turn around a rather daunting task.
Bertha was sleeping and seemed not to even notice when he began to turn. Thats when something magical happened. Clarence actually sat on Bertha half way thru his turn. He used the moment of sitting on her head to regain his balance and continue his turn. I watched in amazement as she just opened one eye and seemed rather un-phased the the overly lengthy dog had his duck-us perched on her head.
It got me thinking. Are we the type of people willing to let our friend sit on our heads if they need to? Do we meet such a predicament with patience and understanding or do we snap and whine about it?
What kind of friend are you?
I like to think I'm a Bertha, that I let someone sit on me when they need to turn, but sometimes I'm not. Sometimes, when it matters most, I refuse to be a Bertha. I'm not sure what the difference is, but perhaps I should try a little bit harder to not have too much pride to be sat on.
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