This weekend my parents were going through a bunch of boxes with books in them which they are planning on donating to our local library or to others who may find them of use…especially since they have been sitting in boxes for years now. Lots of good stuff but they are mostly trying to go digital to decrease clutter around the house and give us dogs more space to store all our toys, treats, etc. I guess they finally realized that their dream of a big in-home library complete with mahogany shelves and floor to ceiling ladders is likely unattainable in our current tiny hovel (with ceilings less than 8 ft in height, no less).
However, since there are a number of books they might want to still read OR have some sort of sentimental value (or invoke certain memories), they had to go through all the books before exiling any from our domicile. At first, Dad unpacked the boxes and set them on our dinning room table, sideboard, and even down the stairs to the basement. This while Mom went through boxes upstairs. Boy I love boxes, and they have a lot of them! Anyway, back to books…
Before they went out yesterday, Dad moved some of these books to the shelf above our crates – thinking this was far enough out of my sight and reach that they’d be safe. I guess their thinking was that I would be preoccupied by what was happening outside our front window – like the neighborhood dogs walking down the street. What they forgot is that sometimes the little fuzzy tailed tormentors of Sammy and I (aka – Squirrels) sometimes draw my attention to the back door – which was close to their cache of books. So it wasn’t a surprise (or it shouldn’t have been) that when they returned from their errands I had pulled out a number to peruse to determine what I will read next. To be clear, no (significant) damage was done to any of the books but I found one that looked particularly interesting. This was a meaty tome by some chap with the nom de plume of Stephen King entitled “Cujo.” But before I could really sink my teeth into the story my parents came home and opened the back door – giving me a chance to show that little tree rat what was what…but alas, he was nowhere to be found.
The books were put back on the counter and Sam and I behaved the rest of the evening and night and even early morning.
Then around midday on Sunday (today), they once again ran some errands – this time they brought back a new white smoke alarm which really makes our living room look much better than the tacky off-white one they used to have! Really people. Not sure how a girl survived as long as I did with that mismatched noise to keep us safe. Anyhow, before they left they locked us out of OUR room! Sure they put our water bowls in the kitchen where we could get to them but we had no access to the back door or our crates – and so many of my chew toys and bones. Really, my home! When they returned they were glad to find all their precious books (which in case you weren’t following along, they were going to GIVE away) unmolested.
However, they did find a couple of small piles of – including a bit on Sammy’s bed.
Just goes to show you that they should be focused on us pups and not their material goods. It stresses us out to have such change, especially those of us who have been in the system. Just saying.
But then again, upon reflection, I realize I have learned a lot from the books I have read in my first year or so with my new pack. So these are not just mere materialist goods but also have the potential to be educational…and in many cases are actually real works of art. And if there is one thing my parents really need it is some real education. So maybe they should read/re-read those books before they give them away. I am pretty sure at least one of these missives will teach them that they should be feeding us steaks every night! If I am not mistaken, I think it is clearly stated in “The Grapes of Wrath” or is it in “The Crying of Lot 49?” Oh well, as I said, they really do have quite the literary collection (at least for the time being).