A Little Bit of Fruitcake......

Jimmy Buffett sang about it....you know, a little bit of fruitcake in every one of us. So true. It must be a coming of age thing. I hit 50, and I ended up with fruitcake in my refrigerator. And we were even eating it. Perhaps a 1/2" slice, split between the two of us, every 12 days or so. At this rate the fruitcake will last until Easter. Or so we thought.

We were celebrating getting through another week tonight. We keep our expectations low so we can do just this - celebrate. We were enjoying a fire, wine, and a little fruitcake before we started the grill for dinner. Now, many people joke that no one really eats fruitcake. But I can prove otherwise. I was loading the CD player with Christmas music. Reno was tending the fireplace. So who ate the fruitcake?? Well, when I heard NO NO BAD DOG I knew we had a culprit. Mickey, dufus at heart, helped himself to the slice of fruitcake on the table. I can't really be mad at him because we provided the opportunity and then turned our backs. True, he should have known better. Maybe he did. Perhaps he had been waiting for this moment for all his born days.

Imagine this, liver and white pointer singing under his breath a happy little Jimmy Buffet tune. And there on the plate, like a gift to the Gods, lies the fruitcake he's been humming about. Could he? Nay, should he? Leave the plate unscathed?? Nahhh.

Such a moment may never, ever repeat itself. It was a Carpe Fruitcake moment in the canine world. And Mickey seized the fruitcake. Who could blame him, after all, there's a little bit of fruitcake in everyone of us.