Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting on the couch reading a book when I heard Enzo chewing on something. He’s still way too young to trust, so I turned to spot him, under the Christmas tree, chewing on the light chord. ACK! I jumped up, shooed him away and surveyed the damage. It wasn’t good.
Fortunately, it was just the chord … and it wasn’t plugged in. I peeked up from the floor and asked Greg if we had electrical tape. He said yes and suspiciously asked why. When I told him, he just groaned and rolled his eyes … then went to get the tape from the garage.
I snipped out the damaged section, stripped the wires, twisted on some wire nuts and wrapped that black tape around the whole mess.
Then, in an attempt to stop it from happening again, I covered the chords with a big blanket. There’s no way to keep Enzo from crawling under the tree. He’s decided curling up between the tree stand legs on the skirt is his favorite new place.
What does all this have to do with gratitude and joy? Easy … as I sat there repairing Enzo’s “bad dog” infraction, I thought of my dad. He taught me how to strip wires before I was ten. I learned how to read a schematic and solder an electrical component at a young age. I learned the basics of electrical repair so I could upgrade outlets, hang light fixtures and even make my own lamp.
So today I am grateful for those lessons. My dad would be proud of my abilities (if not the messy finished look of this one). I am joyful that my puppy’s chewing didn’t destroy my brand new Christmas tree (and that he didn’t get electrocuted!).
There’s a whole world out there just waiting to be explored. Thank your parents for the lessons you learned.
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