One Palm Sunday, I was watching “The Ten Commandments” with its cast of thousands. My family was present: Mr. Coconuts (mutt), Penny (Golden), Misty (recalcitrant potbellied pig) and Hepzibah (cat from Hell).
An unexpected truce had been called, for they all lay in repose – the biggest miracle since Moses parted the waters.
They had decided that surly behavior was not an option. For once, there would be no tug-o’-war, butt-sniffing, whisker-tickling or chasing in the house. They were obviously “working” me to obtain something.
While Edward G. Robinson was plugging his Golden Calf on TV, we smelled the scintillating scent of glazed ham emanating from the oven. I gaped as my four-foots trooped into the kitchen and lined up in a perfect Busby Berkeley chorus line.
Snouts lifted, nostrils quivered and Penny drooled. This touching tableau would have melted the hardest of hearts – even mine.
Upon reflection, I think our governing bodies in D.C. should study groups of companion animals when looking for that common ground that unites. They’re more decisive and efficient and believe a filibuster is something edible.
A joy, from start to finish! Bravo, Max Badger!