Charlie Bear here. Something happened.
My barriers came down.
That’s right. The baby gates (as I called them) and the barrier board have been removed.
The gates kept me from exploring the living room. I could roam in the kitchen, family room, my den (Mom’s office), and the downstairs bathroom, but Mom and Dad Peep didn’t want me in the living room. Did I give them cause to restrict me? Well, yes and no. See, the cats used to go in there when they got older and did you-know-what when they didn’t want to use the litter box. But me? Heck, I never did anything, but still they were afraid.
Then there was this:
This wooden barrier restricted me from going up the stairs. Reason for that one? That’s legit. When I was kind of new here I romped up the stairs and peed on the comforter. Cost them like $50 bucks to get it cleaned. Have I done it since? Well, I’ve come up there for just a few minutes to check out where Dad Peep shaves, and then Mom will shoo me back down the stairs and put up the barrier. I thought I wanted to be up there all the time, to investigate and explore. After all, it was forbidden, it must be good.
But last week they removed that barrier. And guess what? I don’t even go up the stairs! Go figure.
Does that ever happen to you? You think you want something so bad and then when you get it it’s not what you thought or it didn’t give you the pleasure you thought it would?
Sometimes I wonder if we desire things just because we can’t have them. When the boundary was removed, there wasn’t anything there that was more special than what I already had.
What do I need to be upstairs for? And the living room? There is one place that I love in there: the sofa by the front window. I like to watch the world outside.
But when Dad Peep plops into his chair in the family room, I race to him, jump into his lap and settle in. Ahhh….bliss.
What was I thinking when I wondered what I was missing? I have it all right here. Do you?
Wiggles and Woofs,