If Every Dog Has Its Day I Should Be Barking (standard:humor, 899 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 03 2019	Views/Reads: 1419/1026	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
You may not hear me barking, but I am learning what a good day is and how to have it.

Lately, I have been getting behind in my work schedule. Just when I
think I am caught up, I discover something I had forgotten about. 

If only I could forget what I forgot, I would be happy. I am pretty
close to being a master at the “O, I simply forgot about that” excuse. 

Getting away with it among most people is fine. When it comes to the
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, I have yet to get away with it even 
one time. Not only does she remember things I have forgotten, but also 
she remembers things I have never known. Of course, I do not challenge 
her memory, which would be a bad day for sure. 

The past week was a week of scrambling trying to keep up with
everything. I am still not sure I actually finished the week and my 
schedule. Nevertheless, I did my very best. 

When I was in high school, I usually got away with the excuse, “My dog
ate my homework.” At the time, if my dog had eaten all the homework I 
said he had eaten, he would be the size of an elephant. 

It was not a very productive week in my viewpoint, and I guess I
complained about it more than usual. If there is a PhD in complaining, 
I am a candidate. Simply call me Dr. Grumpy, because that appears to be 
my strong suit these days. 

The mistake I made was complaining about all this to my wife. I do not
know why I was doing that because I know better and understand that it 
will never get me anywhere. But out of frustration, I complained about 
how hard my week was. I might have gone on more than I should have. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage finally had enough of that. She
stopped me, looked at me with both hands on her hips and said, “Don't 
you know that every dog has his day?” 

I smiled good-heartedly and said, “Thank you for those words of
encouragement.” 

To be truthful, I do not know what that means. Is she suggesting that I
am just a dog? 

I could probably handle that I suppose. Just give me a treat every now
and then and I will wag my tail and do not be alarmed if I start 
barking. 

Or, was she suggesting that everybody has a good day every once in a
while? 

She smiled back at me and said, “Your good day is about to come your
way.” Then she went back to her activities. 

Sitting in my chair I carefully pondered this wife-psychology that my
wife is so proficient at, especially when it has to do with me. 

Everybody has a different definition of what a “good day” really is. I
must confess that my wife's “good day” is not quite the same as mine. 

Her definition of a good day is when she is able to do a lot of work and
get it done on time. 

My definition of a good day is when I have no work to do and have time
to do nothing. 

Never the twain shall meet. 

I almost asked her to define for me her definition of a “good day.” But
I knew that it would have no relevance whatsoever to me. And, if I got 
her to define that good day, I would be responsible to live that kind 
of a good day under her supervision, every day. 

Oh, boy. That would end up in a lot of trouble for me, which would not
be a “good day” by anybody's definition. 

I was tempted to say to my wife, “If every dog has a good day then I
should be barking.” Everybody knows, especially my wife, the barking 
dog is chased out of the house.” For me, that would not be a good day. 


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