Wiley's Wisdom

Joy: From the Ground Up

Keeps On Giving December 29, 2013

It was dark. It was cold. And it was fun. That is, until it wasn’t. I ran away from grandma’s house tonight. I saw the back door open and I made a run for it. I love the way the brisk Wisconsin winter air ran through my fur as I ran around the block.

I followed two things: the scent of a nearby dog and the light from the main street nearby. I didn’t really hear dad and his brother Joe yelling after me at first. In fact, I figured they were simply joining in an especially exciting game of chase. But it wasn’t too long after that when my little adventure stopped being fun. Clearly Joe and dad misunderstood the rules of the game. Dad scooped me up and kept using several of my least favorite words.Sassy? Me?

Naughty. Bad. Sassy. I much prefer words like cute and cuddly, so you can imagine my dismay at hearing these words over and over as we made our way back to grandma’s house. There I was met with a whole host of emotions, the majority of which resembled the aftermath of minor heart attacks. Everyone had gathered in the kitchen. And everyone was concerned. Well, I guess you could say they were more than concerned. They were freaked. Especially mom, who kept saying something about a forecast with -25 degree wind chills tonight (whatever that means).

As I surveyed the rest of the faces of these people I’ve come to love, any of the residual wonderment I felt on my little jaunt lost its moxie and I felt nothing but remorse. It wasn’t that fun. And (now that they mention it) it was cold. And dark. And I’m not certain I would have known how to get back to grandma’s house without the help of dad and Joe. Maybe this whole adventure wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Because family offers its own kind of adventure you can’t find outside. We were all together to celebrate Christmas and there were all kinds of beautiful gifts for everyone. I made out like a bandit with treats and toys. But the best part of the night was the snuggles. I snuggled with whomever would let me, and in doing so I got the best gift of all in return. Love. The gift that keeps on giving.


41 Responses to “Keeps On Giving”

  1. JackieP Says:

    Glad they found you so quick and that you are now warm and safe.

  2. Sandy Says:

    Consider it a lesson learned – glad you are safe and warm now. Wiley, you know how much of a valued family member you are because you saw how much everyone worried about you. That must’ve been scary for everyone.

    • It was scary for everyone! I couldn’t quite believe how scared everyone was until I saw all of their faces….red from the combination of concern and being outside in the cold looking for me. I might have to rethink such behavior…
      Lots of love,

  3. Lyn Says:

    Oh Wiley! I’m so glad your Dad and Joe found you quickly. Anything could have happened. The scent of the dog could have led you to a very nasty encounter. Stay safe my little fury friend, you are much loved.

    • Dear Lyn,
      Mom did give me quite the lecture about what would happen to my blogosphere friends if something would have happened to me. We’ve both come rather attached to everyone, so I can’t even imagine what it would be like for her to have to deliver such news. Maybe I should think of that the next time an open door tempts me…

  4. scrapydo Says:

    Giving and accepting love, that’s what Christmas is all about! LOL form Trompie & my mum

  5. fredrieka Says:

    You should never scare your mom and dad like that they love you so much.

  6. utesmile Says:

    Wiles you mustn’t run and out, even if it feels like fun, those cold temperatures are not good even with your fur. So glad you are back , safe and warm, and you can feel the love!

    • I fear you may be right about my overconfidence in my built-in fur coat. I may be burly, but it got even colder today so I would hate to think of what could have happened if my little joy run hadn’t gotten cut so short…

  7. What a scary thing for your family, Wiles! I am so glad there was a happy ending. Now, stay! 🙂

  8. Running out an open door is always a bad idea, Wiles. Thank goodness they came for you. That is Mom’s biggest fear for me – that I will run. I come when she calls me in the house, but outside is a crap shoot. I’m glad your story had a happy ending (filled with cuddles).

    Love and licks,

    • Dear Cupcake,
      It’s both startling and somehow not surprising that we would share that overwhelming urge to stretch our legs in such an adventure through the neighborhood. I guess I understand our moms’ concern about us finding our way home though. How ’bout this – I promise to resist temptation next time as long as you do too. Agreed?
      Lots of love,

  9. A lesson learned Wiles ~ stick close to those who love you. Glad you are safe and sound and cuddling away! xo

    • These lessons….they just keep on coming out of the strangest places. I welcome each and every one, so long as it ends in cuddles. 😉
      Lots of love (and so nice to hear from you!),

  10. huntmode Says:

    Welcome home, Wyles. To both the love, the scolding and the shouting. Treats forthcoming. Love HuntMode

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