Every morning, Harry gives me that loving, longing, eager look and works his tail like an amazing spiral windmill. He perks his ears, waiting for me to say “Let’s go!”
I’d love to have him go to work for me. I would stay home and read and write and walk and dream and nap. But the boy won’t even learn how to sort cells in Excel. I tell him he needs to get these rudimentary, tedious tasks under his big nose if he is going to replace me (any monkey could do it), but he has no perseverance and he resigns himself to the front window, gently nudging one of his toys with his teeth.
As I walk out the door each day, I tell him, “Work on your Excel, Harry; it’s the only thing I know that you don’t. I don’t think he’s with me on this. He doesn’t enjoy earning money.
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#1 by carldagostino on May 11, 2011 - 2:37 pm
I get it . Harry is a frog, right? Or a grasshopper. Or…
#2 by Carl on May 11, 2011 - 11:53 pm
Harry is none but the King! The King of it all!
#3 by pattisj on May 12, 2011 - 12:35 am
Harry might be smarter than all of us put together.
#4 by Carl on May 12, 2011 - 7:03 am
That intelligence that allows one to live life right is the most important.
#5 by Find an Outlet on May 12, 2011 - 1:05 am
He probably thinks your hearing isn’t very good and you’re lousy at bolting out the gate at 40 mph and don’t you smell that scent of a cat on the wind what the hell’s the matter with you? Unfortunately not many job openings for this position. It’s good to be the king.
#6 by Carl on May 12, 2011 - 7:04 am
Haha! Yes! You have it precisely correct. Thank you for commenting.