The Muppet

A year ago this coming May 7th, we adopted a young Flemish Bouvier- black Lab mix female dog, named Yara. She has the sweetest, biggest brown eyes, and this ebony black, furry coat over a lumbering body with endless energy and a ferocious bark. My husband observed her for a couple of weeks, and said : " She looks and moves like a big Muppet". Nicholas and I both laughed approvingly. Yes! Yara does look and move like a Muppet, a bit awkwardly, like someone else is responsible for her movements, and she goes along with it, best she can. It suits her though, because her fierceness is only matched by her vulnerability. My husband is not much of a talker, but when he does say something, it tends to be right on target. The name Muppet to refer to or call Yara has stuck, so now we all know who the Muppet is, and she does too, and seems to know the name has a cool meaning. Every so often Michael will say things I remember , like when he answered to what makes a good friend, "Time", while most of us come up with a long list of qualifications, from trust, loyalty, compatibility, etc. It is an endearing and intriguing  trait of his to be laconic in his best observations and conclusions, very Spartan, if you wish, and clever. An economy of words. Very interesting for an extroverted  person like myself. It is a challenge to get along with people on a daily basis, and to appreciate what you find unique about those in your life certainly puts things in a positive perspective. I at times wish my husband were more open in his communication, but his naming of Yara as the Muppet, is a reminder that even when he does not say things in so many words, he does feel and observe them, often in a very unique way. The Muppet would agree.