I had just let our 4-month old husky puppy, Booker, into the house when the phone rang. It was a call I had been waiting for, so my husband said he’d watch the over-excited puppy while I talked. Thinking all would be well if he kept Booker in sight, he under-estimated the curiosity of puppies. I walked into the room just as Booker pulled down a yet-to-be opened bottle of wine from the counter. The glass shattered in all directions, wine puddled, and Booker began lapping up as much as he could get. Fearful he’d get glass in his mouth, or drunk, we rushed him back outside and assessed the mess.
Why is this the best part of my day? Because my husband made no excuses. What he did do was get a mop and trash can and cleaned. He also promised to vacuum in the morning to make double sure there are noglass shards waiting to get revenge. (I suspect many a wine bottle succumbs to the dreadedHumpty Dumpty syndrome.) My grandmother used to say a woman could always tell how a man would treat her by the way he treated animals. While many men would have gotten angry about the behavior of Booker, or the mess, my husband was smiling. “Do you still love him?” I asked whilepicking aglass sliverout of my hand. “Of course!” he responded. “Who doesn’t mess up once in awhile?” Then it was my turn to smile. My husband’s a good guy, who just may get a treat tonight. 🙂