A Knight’s Tale
I was raised with a sense of duty and a sense of service. The matriarchy of my family, Grandmother, Great Aunt and Mother, made sure these double lessons would be ingrained and make me worthy of the family name. Defend the weak, shelter the poor, choose the right, We were after all “Knights.”
…my role as paladin to the pooches…
Over the last few days I have discovered what happens to these two pillars of character when trapped in the house with dogs. One becomes the concierge of the canine set, the personal butler of the four footed fury ones. Surely the family had something more lofty in mind during those formative years of squirehood; slaying dragons, rescuing damsels, a nice corner office on Bay Street. Sadly, it was not to be.
So here I am, exercising my role as paladin to the pooches… Defend the weak - Stop Sculley from trying to dominate Kodiak all the time. Shelter the poor - the three of them have no means of income… but they do eat a lot. Choose the right - trust me, at 3:00 AM you don’t want to get up and let them out to do what they will do, but you do anyway as it’s the “right” thing to do and at least I won’t be cleaning the carpet at 8:00 AM.
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There is nobility in the small things. More sometimes than in the large.
Hear ye! Hear ye! Cheers to Sir Ric for uplifting the code! Forsooth! No mangy beasts in the castle!
Girlzoot - Buddha says “When a man has pity on all living creatures then only is he noble.”
Watson - too late
The mangy beasts are already lords of the manor.