If You Could Only Hear What I'm Doing
by Olivia Ostergaard

Something happened the other day I just have to share, and know you'll laugh as much as I did.

Having cats, we've blocked the kitchen entrance to their food. Retired guide dog Fenway occasionally noses through, grabbing a snack.

About a week ago, our border Phil nailed him in the kitchen.

"Oh no you don't!" he said, catching him in the act.

"What's going on?" I asked, startled.

"Livvie, you wouldn't believe it! Fenway's smart." Phil said cracking up. "You should see him crawling on his front paws to get to the cat food. He's not making a sound. I'm telling you, he's smart!"

"You've got to be kidding!" I exclaimed, catapulting up from my chair near the table. Phil continued:

"He knows when the bells on his collar are ringing, you can hear him. Obviously, he's doing the 'creep crawl,' so you won't hear them."

"Get up here, you stinker," I demanded, pointing to the couch. He obliged, with his usual grunt. "You Stay! You know better, Mister!"

"You should see his face. He knows he's been busted." Phil chortled. I burst out laughing.

I shared this incident with my classmate Kristi. "Wesley does that too!"

Fenway may be retired, but I'm still Mom, and always will be forever.