Charlie Bear here. Something happened.
My barriers came down.
That’s right. The baby gates (as I called them) and the barrier board have been removed.
The gates kept me from exploring the living room. I could roam in the kitchen, family room, my den (Mom’s office), and the downstairs bathroom, but Mom and Dad Peep didn’t want me in the living room. Did I give them cause to restrict me? Well, yes and no. See, the cats used to go in there when they got older and did you-know-what when they didn’t want to use the litter box. But me? Heck, I never did anything, but still they were afraid.
Then there was this:
This wooden barrier restricted me from going up the stairs. Reason for that one? That’s legit. When I was kind of new here I romped up the stairs and peed on the comforter. Cost them like $50 bucks to get it cleaned. Have I done it since? Well, I’ve come up there for just a few minutes to check out where Dad Peep shaves, and then Mom will shoo me back down the stairs and put up the barrier. I thought I wanted to be up there all the time, to investigate and explore. After all, it was forbidden, it must be good.
But last week they removed that barrier. And guess what? I don’t even go up the stairs! Go figure.
Does that ever happen to you? You think you want something so bad and then when you get it it’s not what you thought or it didn’t give you the pleasure you thought it would?
Sometimes I wonder if we desire things just because we can’t have them. When the boundary was removed, there wasn’t anything there that was more special than what I already had.
What do I need to be upstairs for? And the living room? There is one place that I love in there: the sofa by the front window. I like to watch the world outside.
But when Dad Peep plops into his chair in the family room, I race to him, jump into his lap and settle in. Ahhh….bliss.
What was I thinking when I wondered what I was missing? I have it all right here. Do you?
Wiggles and Woofs,
Charlie Bear
Charlie Bear; It seems as if when we don’t get what we want, then we try all kinds of things to see if it works to help us get it, but when we get them they are not as important after all, but guess that is how things seem to work. Take care of yourself & MoM Peep.
Happy Paws to you!!!
Beaugie!!
Beaugie,
You know the secret! Things “forbidden” are not always that great when we get them. Huh. Go figure.
Like last week Mom gave me a little chewy rawhide bone thingy treat. It looks really, really good. Mom thought I’d love it, it looks so tasty and it would clean my teeth while chewing on it.
I hate it. Go figure.
Wiggles and woofs to you,
Charlie Bear
C.B.! Bailey here. Congrats on “graduating” to the next level. I have freedom to roam when my peeps are here, but when they go away, I’m confined to my crate. Why? I’ve watered the carpets here and there when they were out so….
Bailey,
Oh, I graduated! Wonderful way to look at it.
Wiggles and woofies to you,
Charlie Bear
I really enjoyed hearing from Charlie Bear…he is really smart and understands the human condition so much more than some of us humans ever will! 🙂 Mary
Mary,
Charlie Bear here with a thank you for calling me really smart!
Wiggles to you,
Charlie Bear
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Great one, Charlie Bear. And you have it right–we don’t always know what we want. You’re looking good, Charlie, and obviously behaving very well. Congrats on your new freedom!
Jean,
Thanks for the congrat’s! Mom Peep says I earned it ’cause I’ve been very good.
Wiggly wiggles to you,
Charlie Bear
Gee Charlie Bear,
I wish our barriers would come down! Kenzie was a bit of a terror when she was a puppy and she managed to chew holes in Mom’s couch, chair and even her mattress! So now, whenever Mom leaves to go to work, Kenzie and I are locked in the kitchen with a baby gate. I don’t think it’s fair because I never did any of those things and I don’t understand why I have to be locked up, too. I never was before Kenzie came along. Mom says it’s to keep Kenzie company and so I can teach her good manners. Things are looking up though. Mom did go to the grocery this week and let us run free in the house while she was gone. We were really good and Kenzie didn’t tear anything up so we got a special treat when Mom got home. I guess life isn’t always fair, but things do get better if you are good and try your best. Kenzie is almost a year and a half old now so she is getting out of a lot of the puppy stage and doing much better. Mom says she is so good because I taught her what it was like to be a good house dog. I’m glad to hear you are learning to be a good house dog, too!
Your pal,
Jake
Jake,
Good for you for teaching the little one how to be a good house dog! I had my Rex to teach me before he passed over The Rainbow Bridge and he taught me good!
Hopefully, your barriers will all come crumbling down one day (maybe when Kenzie is just a bit older?).
Wiggles and woofs to you both,
Charlie Bear
Very good life analogy, Charlie Bear. When we finally get what we think we just have to have, we find it, it’s not too important after all. LOVE to you and yours.
Julie,
So very true! I love what I have, and I know my Mom Peep knows you love what you have too!
Wiggles to you,
Charlie Bear