It's Perfect

While reading Preservation within Raymond Carver's Cathedral, I came across a situation that reminded me of an event in my life. "She couldn't believe the mess inside. The ice cream from the freezer had melted and run down into the leftover fish sticks and cole slaw. Ice cream had gotten into the bowl of Spanish rice and pooled on the bottom of the fridge. Ice cream was everywhere." pg 39. At my house we have a Labrador called Tommy, and he is an eating machine that does not care what he eats as long as he thinks it might be fun to eat it. Since he is a dog which doesn't like strangers, we sometimes have to lock him up when people visit us, so I usually leave him in the kitchen and go and receive the people coming and bring them inside. One time though, I brought some friends over, and we stayed up until very late at night. When they were leaving I was exhausted, so I took Tommy to the kitchen and guided them out. When I came back in, I went straight to my room and fell asleep.

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The next morning I decided to go down and get a snack before breakfast. When I entered the kitchen I could not believe my eyes. Tommy was sitting down in front of the oven with a sad puppy face, and all the desserts my mom had prepared for a meeting she had that day were all over the floor and counters. The floor was full of tracks in all sorts of dessert combinations, varying from reddish strawberry tracks to dark chocolate ones. He himself wasn't so clean as well, having chocolate, pieces of strawberries, and white cream all over him. What was I supposed to do? As I thought about what excuse I would use so my mom wouldn't blame me, I went inside to see if there was anything still left intact. The snacks my mom had left out were all over the farthest side of my kitchen, and one of the Coke bottles had fallen, which by the looks of it, it seemed as if Tommy had had fun trying to bring it open. Everything was completely messed up. As I scolded Tommy for what he had done, I tried to fix some of the things up. I tried fixing some deserts that weren't as mangled with, but what was the point of it, I would have had to mix all the good parts of each dessert together in order to get something decent. As I gave up, I took my dog outside and just let him be, and I went up and told my mom the truth.