Last week, the man who I call my husband even though we are not yet married, received a Very Important Cheque in the mail. A few days later he decided he should deposit this Very Important Cheque in the bank. After grabbing his wallet, this practically husband of mine realised he wasn’t exactly sure where the VIC was.
In the wallet? No.
In his pants pocket? No.
Maybe in the box on the table where I put all of his stuff? No.
After searching the house in all the places the VIC may have been misplaced, the practically husband – or PH – starts to worry. This cheque is Very Important. Losing it would be a very, very bad thing. Finally, he decides to give me a call at work.
“It’s okay,” I tell him. “We’ll figure something out. It happens.”
We both hang up the phone.
I commence freaking out.
The PH then sits down on the couch with a sigh of frustration. Things are just not going his way lately.
Head in his hands, he glances to his right and spies something white. It looks like a small piece of paper. Frowning, the PH crouches down to investigate. It’s probably nothing, he thinks.
Wrong! It is something. It is the thing. The Very Important Cheque! We will not die homeless and alone!
Once the celebration is over, the PH then turns to look at the spotted mutt lying in front of him on the floor. The picture of innocence this dog is, acting as if she has no idea what all the fuss was about. After all, she knew where the cheque was. It’s not her fault nobody had thought to ask. If not for her, the VIC may have been lost forever.
Shiva knows how absent-minded the humans are. That’s why she hid the cheque in the bottom corner of her crate. Under the blanket. For safe-keeping. According to Shiva, it’s the most secure place in the world.
Thanks for looking out for us, Sheevs.