Mama Mia / Abba
my parents have two dogs: schmellie and dumbass. actually their names are thomas and kellie. but we call them schmellie and dumbass. anyway, dumbass’s name is pretty much self explanatory, but let me just be obvious for a second by adding that he is absolutely the dumbest thing alive.
so part of my mom’s craziness (aside from collecting left-behind crazy dogs) is the remodeling of her house. and the latest remodel included a shed added to the back of the garage. so you can get from the back porch through a door into the shed, from the shed through a door into the garage, and then from the garage through a door into the house. three doors. got it? moving along.
one evening we were all sitting around the table when mother noticed that dumbass wasn’t begging at his usual spot by dad’s right elbow. and so she began searching for dumbass, casually at first and then somewhat frantically standing at the top of the stairs clapping and calling his name. no one could remember the last time they had seen him, but it had been a couple of hours. so the family began to search.
and this is how we found him. staring at the closed door from the shed to the garage. he wasn’t trapped inside the shed; the door to the shed was open. he didn’t want to leave the shed, walk around the porch and in through his dog door because he was busy staring at the closed door. and we hadn’t been able to hear him barking because there was still another closed door before you reach the kitchen.
the dumbass dog thought he was trapped in a room that had an open door.
and sometimes i have to remind myself: don’t be a dumbass. if one door seems closed? FIND THE ONE THAT IS OPEN.