I arrived home this evening to a box at the front door. Since I am an Amazon Prime member and I’m a firm believer in that shipping things directly to me is one of the best things
ever, boxes at the door are not uncommon occurrences. What was uncommon, however, is that the return address was not the vet clinic. It was still from Bridger, just not from the vet clinic.
Curiouser and curiouser.
I slit the box (using my best serrated paring knife, of course) and opened it to find a very large, very shiny package. Of macadamia nuts. From Hawaii. They were even lightly salted!
Only one person can be responsible for such largesse: Zeke. (Or at least Zeke’s other parents, the McNeils.)
It took me nearly a year to grasp that Zeke wasn’t actually one of my parents’ dogs. He was always home when I was up, so I made the outlandish inference that he was one of the herd. It was only when he was missing on one visit that I learned that he was the spare dog. When the McNeils are home, Zeke lives with them. When they’re off enjoying life, Zeke lives with my parents. Everyone one wins!
Zeke loves me because I let him hang out in the office with me while I work. Should I ever get him reliably and consistently housebroken, I’ll teach him to sleep upstairs with me. He would appreciate that thoughtfulness, even if no one else would. Dad thinks four dogs in the house is plenty, but it’s all too easy to see how much Zeke would like to be included.
But in the meantime, I’m off searching out macadamia nut recipes. Four pounds is a lot if gratitude!