Gracie (my old, rescue golden retriever) thinks this may just be the best day of her life!
Gracie is needy. She craves attention 24/7 and this morning, she had her best human friend to supply it. While she’s creeping up there in years and her body is getting tired, she’s a puppy the second she hears, “Coco’s here!”
It’s not a bad Saturday so far for me either. We’ve got stuff to do today (dinner for the girl who again made the honor roll, a trip to get Easter goodies, and more), but for a time this morning, things sure were peaceful.
It’s a lazy Sunday… barely 32 degrees F outside. While sunny, it’s simply too cold to go for a walk or do anything other than stay inside. We’re all resting up and preparing for the upcoming week… planning to apply (personally and professionally) the Ralph Waldo Emerson quote:
The sower may mistake and sow his peas crookedly; the peas make no mistake, but come up and show his line.
Every choice made (or not made) — every action taken (or not taken) — results in a consequence. There are times we all trudge forward without thinking… really thinking… about consequences. Pay attention when you plant those peas, you guys. Unless you’re a dog. The whole “what if” thing doesn’t apply to dogs because they don’t have the mental bandwidth to understand the process. Sadly, neither do some people.
The difference; however, is that dogs don’t have a ton of important choices confronting them as humans do — not many peas to sow.
This is what it looks like at my house when trying to eat a piece of toast…
No begging allowed around here, so these 2 girls have perfected the “please feed me, I’m starving” look. As long as I have food at my desk, they will stay right there by that iHeater until they are panting, just waiting to be noticed.
I know they do it because I’m a bad doggie parent. Could you ignore those 4 sad eyes? How important is that last couple bites of peanut butter toast anyway?
I don’t know how old Gracie is — she was a rescue. I do know her days are different now than they were last year even. She sleeps more. A LOT more.
Occasionally, she’s still a puppy. She’ll try to beat Dharma to a toy and dance for a treat. She still gets pretty excited over the words “breakfast” and “dinner.”
It’s sort of like me… but I just WANT to sleep more and I refuse to dance for a treat.
Not much of the white stuff left — but it’s still wintertime and it’s still cold in Indiana.
Collette has had several days off so far this year from school because of slick conditions, but not as many as one year I remember for Ben. A time when he was in high school classes were still being held in June, AND classes were even scheduled on Saturday a couple weekends in a row. He thought he would die.
