Have you ever noticed how many simple things that you take for granted in life. I'm not trying to get philosophical here, but referring to the really simple things you find literally laying around your house. Not even creature comforts like heated blankets or remote controls. I'm talking low-tech, basic utility things - like floormats.
I never really put much thought into the necessity of these smallest of floor coverings. But doormats help to wipe the dirt off your shoes so the house stays cleaner. Bathmats make the bathroom safer when stepping out of the shower. Even just plain old rugs cushion hard floors and make you more comfortable. They just lay there peacefully, getting themselves walked on all day long. Dependable little things. Or at least I thought there were.
Suddenly and without warning, mats began wandering around my home, seemingly of their own accord. I'd come in from the garage, and instead of being dutifully there on the floor to clean my shoes, the doormat had slithered away and was instead in a heap in the middle of the floor. Perhaps it was seeking company, as it was curled up with the mat from the back door. Were they trying to produce little mattlets??
Even Brutus thought it was strange, as a bathmat would suddenly appear in the front hallway...
Then one morning I was getting ready for work, Carmen sat innocently on the mat outside the shower watching me.
I looked away for a second, then some movement caught my eye
AHA!! Caught in the act! Carmen is a mat theif! All the sudden it made sense. And it isn't just the bathmats. Any floor covering that isn't nailed down has become a toy. Doesn't matter how big they are, Carmen will roll them up and drag them around.
|Uh oh... My cover is blown!|
|You're comin' with me, like it or not.|
Can you believe it? This innocent little princess is a bona-fide mat wrangler.
And she does it blatantly now!
Almost like she's flaunting her treasures right under our noses!
Just dragging them around isn't enough. Carmen takes the mat to a comfortable place, often piling them up in a heap in the middle of the room. Then she finds a good corner or tag and gnaws away. Brutus just watches. I think that he's enjoying the fact that for once, he's not the one in trouble!
|I'm gonna tell mom...|
|Do your best, Brutus. We all know I'm the Queen around here.|
|This mat wrangling is hard work, think I'll just take a little nap here!|
So we've adjusted to life without floormats here. I miss them, really. Along with other little things, like being able to take my shoes off and leave them on the floor. Such is life with a puppy around.
Maybe someday we'll have the luxury of softness under our feet again, but at least for now I've solved the mystery of the wandering floormats!!
|And your point is???|