It’s been awhile since I took photos of the dogs upstairs in my little photo studio. The weather has been so beautiful that I’ve wanted to take pictures of them outside and focus not just on how pretty they are, but on the natural beauty around us. This past weekend, however, found me putting the studio to use again. All I can say is that the hours of sunlight are definitely getting shorter and it’s getting harder to pack everything in that we want to do while the sun is shining. I also learned about the power of cookies.
I knew I needed to set a few things up, and I was planning to work with Flattery, so I was going to go up by myself first and then call Flattery upstairs with me. I forgot just how much Bunny loves being up there. I wasn’t even halfway up the steps before she was almost knocking me down as she rushed past me to get to the top first. I chuckled to myself and followed her up. A minute later, Flattery was up there with us, too. I suppose I should have known that I wasn’t going to have any time up there by myself.
Bunny took up her usual supervisory spot on the daybed and watched me as I set things up the way I wanted them. To my surprise, one of our neighbors lit one of those little bottle rockets in the neighborhood. Bunny is not a fan of fireworks. She doesn’t come unhinged or fall apart, but she definitely seeks the safety and comfort of one of her favorite beds. Upstairs, it’s a lot easier to hear the sound of a little firecracker, while down in the living room, you barely hear it over the television. As soon as the pop sounded, Bunny decided she was going downstairs, and I was fine with that. I knew she’d feel better and I didn’t need her upstairs to do what I needed to do. She had gone up and down those stairs more times than either of us could count.
Now that she’s getting to be an older lady, the steep stairs are a little more of a challenge for her and she’s been known to hop down and skip walking on the last couple of stairs if she’s moving at a good clip. All I know is that she went down the stairs and then I heard a loud thump and a yelp. I ran down to see what had happened, my heart in my throat and my husband was already checking on her. She was holding one foot up and looked really shaken. I’m not sure if she bumped it on the door when she came down or just landed on it funny.
I sat down on the couch beside her and worked on rubbing her leg, which she still wouldn’t put down on the floor at all. Any time one of them won’t put weight on a leg, I worry. Mr. Taleteller, ever the practical assessor of the situation, went to the kitchen and opened the cookie jar.
Immediately, Bunny was healed. She ran to the kitchen faster than Flattery did to make sure she wasn’t missing out on her cookie. A few seconds later, my heart started beating again and I laughed. Trust me when I say that the power of cookies is real and they can cure a lot of ills. I am really glad he had the presence of mind to walk into the kitchen for one because things were still a blur for me. A few minutes later, despite trying to keep her downstairs, she came back up to supervise when I went back up to do my pictures.
I learned several things from the whole episode. One is that we’re going to have to be more vigilant about Bunny on the stairs, even though she’s determined that she can do them without any problems. Another is that Bunny should have been an actress, because I’m pretty sure she could win an award. Finally, the power of cookies can make children and dogs forget a lot of things. Never underestimate the power of cookies, especially when you need to get your heart beating again.