very zen of H-Mom

H-Mom forgot to bring dog treats this morning, when she was leaving for the gallery with Madison.

See, Madison gets a treat every time someone opens the door and comes into the gallery -- and the treats are dispensed AT THE DESK, which means that gang-rushing the door and snorking all over customers is not acceptable behavior. Then H-Mom sings out "Hello, how are you today," and Madison LAYS DOWN while keeping a watchful, calm eye on the customers. Or should we say "potential customers," because there haven't been ANY customers lately, and everyone has potential, but, as H-Mom says, no one's potential seems to be fulfilled lately.

Anyway, H-Mom had to stop at the pharmacy and grab some dog treats, because they have a very integral place in our work day, and she also had to grab some lime diet coke, because that is what keeps her awake since there are so few customers, potential or not.

H-Mom saw these:

First of all, they are low protein, which is perfect for Madison, who does not need to grow faster and does best on a low protein, slow-growth program.

And then, there was something about "PEACE" that appealed to H-Mom.

Especially after last night, when Madison had a spate of bitchy behavior.

And some unnecessary sassiness.

And the concept of Zen seemed gallery -appropriate. Peace in the art world is a good thing. "Wild, crazy, unruly" dogs are definately NOT art-compatible. And tend to repel credit card-wielding art buyers.

The bag has 50 semi-moist tidbits. H-Mom cut each one into 4ths using a white plastic knife on the white counter in the back of the gallery, which turned the recommended FIVE daily treats into 20 potential daily treats.

Like she thought she would get 20 customers.

Or just 20 potential customers.

Madison napped all afternoon, anyway, barely interested enough to lift her head when the door opened once, maybe twice, every couple hours.

An hour-and-a-half at the dog park, a quick swim, a trip in the car to deliver the visiting almost-adult to bartending school, and then an hour chewing on a marrow bone, probably had more to do with a mellow gallery pup than ZenPuppy Peace Treats.

But Madison will let H-Mom have her spiritual moment.