Dogs and Dust Mops
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Our story tonight is called Dogs and Dust Mops.
And it's a story about some spring cleaning on a warm afternoon.
It's also about an orange kitty in the window,
the sound of the vacuum running upstairs,
fresh sheets, scrabbling paws on the deck,
and the way
your heart swells when you wrap your arms around someone you love.
So turn off your light,
snuggle your body down into your sheets, and get as comfortable as you can.
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to be in bed,
to be
about to sleep.
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and out through the mouth.
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And out.
Good.
Dogs and dust mops.
We were doing a bit of spring cleaning.
We had all the windows open
with fresh air moving through the house
and the sound of lawnmowers and talking neighbors
echoing from a few doors down.
Marmalade,
my regal orange cat,
was wedged into one of the open windows,
her round body pressed against the screen,
and her silky fur sticking through the mesh.
Her green eyes were closed,
and her head swayed a bit on her neck,
not dozing, but catching scents on the wind.
Her whiskers twitched when the breeze blew.
And I knew if I lay a hand on her back,
she would start to purr
almost instantly.
She was an indoor cat
who,
every year,
had a few carefully chaperoned visits into the back garden,
a few bike rides buckled into her cat trailer,
and a few impromptu walks to the mailbox tucked into my arms
it suited her
I'd found her out in the snow a few years back
just a kitten leaving tiny paw prints in the flakes
And I'd wondered when she'd first stepped into my house
if it would be difficult to keep her in
if she'd want out again
if she were
some kind of rambling rolling stone
who wouldn't want to settle down
but those fears were quickly allayed
As soon as she'd discovered the delights of a crackling fire
and ear rubs on the sofa.
She'd been happy to leave the outside, outside.
Still,
in the spring,
when we open everything up,
she loves to get close.
A squirrel dashed across the yard,
and her eyes sprang open, sensing him.
Her lazy, docile attitude suddenly shifted.
She sat up,
pressed her nose to the screen,
watching as the squirrel teased her by running closer, flapping his fluffy tail,
and generally acting unbothered.
If this were a cartoon,
he would have pulled out an emery board and begun filing his nails.
Marmie began chattering and clicking at him.
An empty threat, for sure,
but one she felt compelled to issue.
I'd been running the dust mop
along the floorboards, watching this drama unfold,
and rolled my eyes as I fished a brown dust bunny from far back under the sofa.
If it were a little bigger, I might have expected it to start barking and jumping.
It was clearly made of crumb fur.
Our scruffy, small pooch,
who had more energy than the rest of us put together,
was shedding in the warm weather.
It reminded me to make an appointment with the groomer
and as he came around the corner, racing through my dust pile,
I told him so.
Haircut next week, mister Crumbles, I said.
He didn't seem to care or notice.
Instead he jumped his front paws up beside marmalade
and began barking at the squirrel.
I liked watching their backs
shoulder to shoulder
as they shared this moment of sibling excitement.
For a while it had just been Marmalade and me,
and she was a mamma's girl.
I wasn't sure how she would do with a little brother,
but I shouldn't have worried.
While she occasionally feigned being too cool for dogs,
the truth was that
she adored him.
Not in the same way that he adored her.
He came with wild love,
the bull you overtype.
She came with gentle love.
The lick your face at the end of the day type.
He was
a bit her baby when she watched over him,
reassured him when the thunder crashed,
meowed at him when he got late night zoomies,
told told him to go to sleep.
Upstairs,
I heard the click of greyhound toenails on the floors
and I chuckled, imagining what was happening.
I was on floor duty downstairs.
And their dad was on bedroom duty upstairs.
And I was pretty sure he'd just gotten to changing the sheets.
Bird, our rescued hound,
the sleepiest boy
you've ever met,
had just been evicted from the bed.
I was still laughing under my breath as I went through the hall to the foot of the stairs and called out to him
Birdie,
did dad make you get up
come on down here
and you can sleep on the porch.
It's sunny.
A pointed gray face emerged at the top step.
Sweet Birdie's deep black eyes blinked at me.
He shuffled down the stairs
and pressed his body against my leg.
Bird is probably the gentlest of all of us,
humans included.
He was calm
and thoughtful,
Stood back while Crumb tore his toys to bits
or Marmee strutted through the kitchen.
I leaned down and held him.
His soft body wrapped in my arms.
I could feel his heart beating
and the light touch of his breath on my shoulder.
I love my family so much.
Each of these souls
so much.
It sometimes brought tears to my eyes.
I wiped them away,
reminding myself that...
While there was nothing wrong with the tenderness it had brought up.
They were here with me now.
They weren't a memory.
I should enjoy them now.
I think Bird understood how I felt.
He stood very still,
letting me take some deep breaths.
When I stood up,
I patted him on the back and led him out to the porch.
At the sound of the door opening,
the squirrel, who was still teasing Marm and Crumb in the window,
finally decided he'd probably pushed his luck as far as it could safely go
and ran a few feet up the nearest tree.
Bird paid no mind to him,
just lumbered down the steps to find a patch of sunlight
to stretch out in.
Crumb came hurtling out of the house behind us,
and I could see by the look in his eyes that he really thought
he had a chance of catching up with his little harasser.
Oh bless, I mumbled as I carried the dust mop over to the compost pile
near the fence
and started shaking it out.
Dog hair
and specks of dust flew out
and caught in the sun
and drifted away on a breeze.
Bird's eyes were already shut,
his long legs stretched out in the new grass.
Crumb
still barked around the base of the tree,
his little limbs bouncing him up and down,
and Marmalade was
once again stretched out on her sill,
tufts of orange fur showing through the weave of the screen.
I heard the vacuum click on upstairs
and smiled as I headed back in
to finish my chores.
Dogs and dust mops.
We were doing a bit of spring cleaning.
We had all the windows open
with fresh air blowing through the house
and the sound of lawnmowers
and talking neighbors
echoing from a few doors down.
Marmalade
My regal orange cat
was wedged into one of the open windows,
her round body pressed against the screen,
and her silky fur
sticking through the mesh.
Her green eyes were closed,
and her head swayed a bit on her neck,
not dozing,
but catching scents
on the wind.
Her whiskers twitched
when the breeze blew her way.
And I knew
if I lay a hand on her back,
she would start to purr
almost instantly.
She was an indoor cat
who,
every year,
had a few carefully chaperoned visits
into the back garden,
a few bike rides
buckled into her cat trailer,
and a few
impromptu walks to the mail box tucked into my arms.
I'd suited her.
I'd found her her out in the snow
a few years back,
just a kitten,
leaving tiny paw prints in the flakes.
And I'd wondered
when she first stepped into my house
if it would be difficult to keep her in,
if she'd want out again,
If she were
some kind of rambling rolling stone
Who wouldn't want to settle down
But those fears were quickly allayed
As soon as she discovered the delights of a crackling fire
and ear rubs on the sofa
She was happy to leave the outside
outside.
Still,
in the spring,
when we open everything up,
she loves to get close.
A squirrel dashed across the yard,
and her eyes sprang open,
sensing him.
Her lazy, docile attitude suddenly switched.
She sat up
and pressed her nose to the screen,
watching as the squirrel teased her by running closer,
flapping his fluffy tail,
and generally acting
unbothered.
If this were a cartoon,
he would have pulled out an Emery board
and begun filing his nails.
Marmie
began chattering
and clicking at him.
An empty threat for sure
but one she felt compelled to issue
I'd been running the dust mop along the floorboards
watching this drama unfold
and rolled my eyes
as I fished a brown dust bunny from far back under the sofa
if it were a little bigger,
I might have expected it
to start barking and jumping.
It was clearly made of crumb fur.
Our scruffy, small pooch,
who had more energy than the rest of us put together,
was shedding in the warm weather.
It reminded me to make an appointment with the groomer.
And as he came around the corner,
racing through my dust pile,
I told him so.
Haircut next week, Mr.
Crumbles, I said.
He didn't seem to care or notice.
Instead, he jumped his front paws up beside Marmalade
and began barking at the squirrel.
I liked watching their backs
shoulder to shoulder
as they shared this moment of sibling excitement.
For a while it had just been Marmalade and me,
and she
was a mama's girl.
I wasn't sure how she would do with a little brother,
but I shouldn't have worried.
While she occasionally feigned being too cool for dogs,
the truth was that she adored him.
Not in the same way that he adored her.
He came with wild love,
the bowl you overtype.
She came with gentle love,
the lick your face at the end of the day type.
He was
a bit
her baby,
and she watched over him,
reassured him
when thunder crashed,
meowed at him when he got late-night zoomies,
telling him to go to sleep.
Upstairs
I heard the click of greyhound toenails on the floor.
I chuckled,
imagining
what was happening.
I was on floor duty downstairs,
and their dad was on bedroom duty upstairs.
And I was pretty sure
that he'd just gotten to changing the sheets,
meaning bird,
our rescued hound,
and the sleepiest boy you've ever met
had just been evicted from the bed.
I was still laughing under my breath
as I went through the hall
to the foot of the stairs
and called to him
Birdie,
did Dad make you get up
Come on down here
and you can sleep on the porch.
It's sunny
A pointed blue-gray face
emerged at the top step
Sweet Birdie's deep black eyes blinked at me.
He shuffled down the stairs and pressed his body against my leg.
Bird is probably
the gentlest
of all of us,
humans included.
He was calm and thoughtful
stood back while Crum tore his toys to bits
or Marmee strutted through the kitchen.
I leaned down
and held him.
His soft body
wrapped in my arms.
could feel his heart beating
and the light touch of his breath on my shoulder.
I love my family
so much,
each of these souls
so much.
It sometimes brought tears to my eyes,
and I wiped them away,
reminding myself that
while there was nothing wrong with the tenderness
it brought up,
they were here with me now.
They weren't a memory.
I should enjoy them now.
I think Bird
understood how I felt.
He stood very still,
letting me take some deep breaths.
When I stood up tall,
I patted him on the back
and led him to the porch.
As I opened the door,
the squirrel, who was still teasing marm and crumb in the window,
finally decided
he'd pushed his luck as far as it could safely go
and ran a few feet up the nearest tree.
Bird paid no mind to him,
just lumbered down the steps to find a patch of sunlight
to stretch out in.
Crumb came hurtling out of the house behind us,
and I could see
by the look in his eyes
that he really thought he had a chance
of catching up with his little harasser.
Oh, bless,
I mumbled as I carried the dust mop
over to the compost pile
and started shaking it out.
Dog hair
and specks of dust flew out
and caught in the sun
and drifted away on a breeze.
Bird's eyes were already shut,
his long legs
stretched out in the new grass.
Crumb still barked
around the base of the tree,
his little limbs bouncing him up and down.
And Marmalade was once again
stretched out on her sill,
tufts of her orange fur
showing through the weave of the screen.
I heard the vacuum click on upstairs,
and I smiled
as I headed back in
To finish my chores
Sweet dreams