Happy Tails

Waggin tails are a barometer of joy around here. Hank and Mickey's tails almost never stop wagging. And while one might think a wag is a wag is a wag, I have to say not so!

Mick's tail is like a metronome. The only place I've seen a metronome is on top of a piano. I've never actually (thank God) seen Mickey on top of a piano, but, I'm sure Mick could give the metronome a run for it's money.

Hank's tail is like a drum stick. His rule of wagging is always, always make sure the tail beats upon some type of surface. The wall, the sofa, the desk, all are good places to wag against. Thumpity, thumpity, thump, thump, thump.

Sophie's tail is an entirely different matter. Sometimes it's still tightly tucked as if she wishes to wrap her back end all the way to her front end. Other times, it's out in earnest when she's pointing at the rabbits. The best, of course, is when she's at play. When she plays, and forgets to be afraid, her tail is a hoot. Her tail proclaims "wild child". Each happy wag of her tail says "whoohoo-whohoo-whohoo"!! Watch out, stay clear, whoohoo wild child at play.

Perhaps we are all like that. Sometimes consistent, sometimes noisy, and hopefully, sometimes like Sophie. We all need those "whoohoo" moments in our life.