It’s an accident of birth order. In my opinion where you
come in the family determines a whole lot.
My older sister, the first born, was
the boss. What she said went and we all fell into line. Even my parents seemed
to bend to her will.
I say this with absolutely no bitterness.
It was just the
way it was. Some times it still is. For all organisations to succeed, everyone
needs to have defined roles. That was hers.
As the oldest, she was born to it.
So it is with Rumple.
He’s the first
born of ny fur babies so his word goes. As I see it, the mark of a good leader
is to only assert your authority where it is needed. That’s Rumple.
Most of the
time, Winkle is the one calling the shots.
She jumps on him and steals his
things and he just takes it. But when it really matters to him he puts his paw
down and will not bend until everyone follows.
So it was today.
It was windy
and unforgiving and the beach seemed like a bad idea.
We’ll take the path, I
thought. Rumple was having none of it. We walked from the unit the short
distance to where the track to the beach and the dune path intersected.
Winkle,
Drama Teen and I turned away from the beach track. Rumple stopped and staged a
sit down strike. I pulled him up.
He turned his body to the beach.
The oldest
fur child had decided we were going to the beach.
We all fell into line.
He was
right.
After a bit a cold and wet Winkle did want to get picked up for a cuddle
but her role as the baby of the family gives her that right and Drama Teen was
happy to oblige.
And as the second born and therefore the peacemaker my job was
to ensure it all went smoothly. It did. I was born to it.
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