My Furry Little Inmate

Blogging Friends: I would like to thank you once again for your comments on the other day's Robert Downey Jr. post. Learning about his past was, at times, emotional. But recounting my feelings on Beautifully Unique--they were honest and raw--was even harder!! I did not write this with any expectations that people would comment. Robert Downey Jr. once said: "Go for broke and exempt all clichés if possible.". That is what I feel like I did by "publishing" this very, very different Blog post!! And you, my dear sweet Blogville community, exceeded every expectation!! I am feeling so grateful....

I figured that following the other day's lengthy, hardly humorous Blog post, I owed you all something funny!! And short!! This story truly did occur. However, I have added some bit of fiction to it!! Enjoy!!

It has gradually become my conviction that life has a sense of humor. An ironic, sometimes witty sense of humor!! Life happens, producing certain situations that entice collective belly laughs. You need not search for these moments. Because they will come!! So, why not play along? Last week, while I was putting some finishing touches on the other day's Blog post, we shampooed every carpet in this house. A colossal task, but it needed done!! Meanwhile, Rose was not allowed in her usual location: my room. Besides, "our" bed had been covered with stuff. Covered. So, I placed Rose's comically-sized pillow on the "boy's bathroom" floor. With dog toys strewn about. It was the perfect temporary location for my mutt. She could see and hear me type. Her water was nearby. And, she takes up little room!! So. I had a little fun with this!! I pretended that Rose was incarcerated. She had few freedoms. Eating? Allowed. Drinking? Allowed. Urination and/or bowel movements? Allowed. Exiting her "prison cell"? Not allowed!! And, sitting on this very nearly-broken white Lifetime chair, placing my right hand pointer finger to this very black computer keyboard--I rebelled against typing class!!--I was Rose's "prison guard"!! That's right. I must be a terrible Mama to incarcerate her own little girl!! Just terrible!! But, alas, it had to be done!! Right? Rose was, for the most part, a cooperative furry little inmate, switching positions on its tile floor, and seldom ever leaving her "prison cell". My submissive girl.... Meanwhile, I was an alert, firm, yet empathetic "prison guard"!! I took my "job" seriously!! Rose was, like any other unjustly incarcerated creature. Confused, wondering what she had done wrong. Answer: Nothing!! Our house was disarranged, and she is confined to this.... "Prison cell"? Poor girl.... I provided Rose with continuous verbal praise, as she slept away her day!! Hours passed, and I typed. Occasionally, Rose would peer through the "boy's bathroom" doorway, revealing her wrinkled-faced, "goofy" grin. Why can't I walk around the house, Mama? Did I do somethin' wrong? She seemingly questioned. And all I could do was praise her. This was part of the "job description"!! Which, I also took seriously!! She was, however, allowed a walk. Up and down our suburban cul-de-sac!! Then, like some grounded child, she returned to "prison". Obediently!! Rose was released on bail at the end of that day for an enormous financial cost. How large a sum? I am not at liberty to say....