It’s late afternoon and I’m in the kitchen making dinner. The boys hear the pantry door open and show up with eager eyes. I know why.
“Who wants a snack?” I say. “Raise your paw.”
They answer by dancing around.
I find the treats in the yellow package and dispense their allotted portion of the nuggets. Benji finishes first then helps Tiger with his. When they understand there will be no more treats they scoot outside.
But sometimes they linger hoping for more, as Benji did this week.
“C’mon Sue. You know how I love them.”
“Sorry Benji. It says right on the package only 10 pellets a day. Out you go, to run it off.”
I can’t blame him for trying. I sometimes eat more treats in a day than I should, too.
Now in case you wondered – I really did say, ‘raise your paw,’ but I didn’t invent it. The inspiration comes from my college days and a professor, an authority on Northwest Coast Indians, and an expert in their native languages.
Wearing a tweed jacket, he addressed us properly as ‘ladies and gentlemen’ with a smile in his eyes and a pipe in his hand.
“Hoist a paw,” he said, if we had any questions.
I wish I’d paid more attention to his lectures though I do remember the fragments I put to song.
‘”Queets, Quinault and Upper Chehalis are all Salishan,” reminded me that the native tribes on Washington’s coast spoke Salishan. So did the professor as I recall and we occasionally heard him speak it.
So when I ask my cats to raise a paw and they start to dance around, I remember the well spoken professor with the smiling eyes asking us to ‘hoist a paw.’
And that is all for today. 🙂