Remember Mother Goose? She had so many pearls of wisdom to share with young impressionable minds. One of which some consider to be an early commentary on the stereotypical roles of boys and girls:
WHAT ARE LITTLE BOYS MADE OF?
What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
“Snaps and snails, and puppy-dogs’ tails;
And that’s what little boys are made of.”
What are little girls made of, made of ?
What are little girls made of?
“Sugar and spice, and all that’s nice;
And that’s what little girls are made of.”
Stereotype or not, Magnus is putting the truth of this nursery rhyme to the test. In the process he is also putting my patience to the test.
How so?
For instance, one little girl dog and one little boy dog go outside. They go out in the same yard, spend the same amount of time zooming the same course around the garden and yet when they come inside four little feet look like this:
Four little feet look like this:
Want to guess which one is the boys’ feet?
Yup, the dirty ones. I mean seriously! What does he do? Dance in worst muddy puddle in the whole yard? I think I could handle it better, but look at Maizey’s feet, barely a speck of dirt. “Sugar and spice and everything nice?” Well, it’s at least nice for keeping my floors clean.
And the part about snails? Well you would think that was just an exaggeration that rhymes with “puppy dogs’ tails.” Apparently no one told Magnus it wasn’t to be taken literally.
Last year we had a slight snail infestation. Snails are not high in my list of favorite things. I find them quite disgusting. Apparently no one told Magnus that either.
Twice now he has proudly and happily brought me a dead snail shell. Yuck! The snail shells are really putting my “always throw a party when Magnus brings me anything” rule to the test. Have you ever had to act excited as your little boy puppy obediently spits an old snail shell right into your hand? It’s not easy! What makes it worse is we have been diligently working on him bringing me his most valued possessions in exchange for something else. But why do his most valued possessions have to be so gross?
It’s not that Maizey has never done anything gross on her life, she is a normal dog after all, but Magnus leaves me wondering if any one else has observed this phenomenon in their Cavaliers?
Today’s Cavalier Query: Are your boys more “boy” than your girls? Are your little girls really sugar and spice and every thing nice?
In Magnus defense it is impossible to resist this face:
