It is always a scramble around five in the evening. Someone needs a ride somewhere quickly and they make it obvious that I’m holding them up. Kira is cranky, tired and hungry. So am I. Someone is banging on the piano for a last minute practice before the lesson. The after school explosion of mess with papers, shoes and backpacks clutters the kitchen. All kinds of food have been spread out on the counter by hungry teenagers.
In all that confusion I look at my sweet dog, Lucy, and she’s lying on the rug with her face between her paws staring at an empty food bowl. She makes me smile in the chaos. She is so patient and gentle as she waits for me to do something for her. I stroke her and thank her for this kindness. Then I fill her bowl.
While I am in the pantry I hope for some inspiration so I can throw together a quick dinner and hope I can make the leftover meat appear like a new creation. When I turn around I see Lucy sharing her dinner with Kira! I shriek! Kira gapes at me with a mouthful of kibble like she isn’t sure what the problem could be now. I pry five pieces of dog food out of her mouth and all the while she’s saying, Mmmmm… as if it tastes delicious.
All the action in the kitchen stops for this show. We are speechless at first. The baby is eating dog food. When it sinks in, we begin to laugh so hard our sides ache. It’s just what we needed in that moment of stress, a good laugh. Laughter is the best medicine!
I put Kira in her high chair with real food so Lucy can finish her dinner in peace. And I hope everyone is in bed by 7, because sleep is also a great health benefit, and that’s the other prescription I want to take.