Archives for June 2012

Contraband


I have a massive knot in my shoulder. At my last appointment, my physical therapist gave me a tennis ball and showed me how to use it to work the knot out.

 I had to hide the ball in my purse when I brought it into the house so Argo wouldn’t see it.

Someone told me the glue they use to put fuzz on tennis balls is bad for doggie teeth, so Argo has fuzz-free rubber balls instead. I hung my purse on the back of a chair in the kitchen, and a few minutes later noticed him sniffing it with interest. Even though he hasn’t played with a tennis ball in years, he still remembers the smell.

So now my tennis ball is hidden on a top shelf in the closet. I work on the knot in my shoulder behind closed doors. When I’m done with my exercises and go out to face Argo again, I try to keep my expression neutral while he searches my face for clues with his big brown eyes.

I hope he can’t smell tennis ball on my shirt. I hope he doesn’t know I’m hiding this from him.

I feel so guilty.

But my shoulder is getting better.

I think Malcom Gladwell just gave me permission to be messy.

See! I’m messy with a purpose!

Wordless Wednesday – Hey you.