Too much of a good thing can get a girl in a wee bit of trouble. So first, a little context: I am “all about” self-awareness, and I don’t mean “in theory.” Okay, so, you’re looking for an example, right? Let’s start with the fact that lounging about is my biggest strength. I have so refined the many variations on the theme that I’ve elevated it to an art form. The Mommy has a veritable treasure trove of visual examples…caught in the enviable act, you might say. (Now there’s a weakness: digression. I know, I know). Well anyway, one sunny Sunday afternoon, sans our beloved guests, I decided to saunter onto the rolling expanse of hillside to bask in the primal beauty of the day. For me, cute and clueless, that constitutes a bold move. Surprised by an errant sniff, I scratched–very dog-like, I might add. Then, I rolled. No, really, I did, shamelessly. One watusi maneuver and I was in doggie heaven. Contorting in the clover, I lost myself. That’s where a tad more self awareness would have come in handy. A girl has to know when to call it quits, kaput! But, not me. I managed a bloody scratch just under my left eye. To see The Mommy at the mere sight of that trickle of crimson on my face was enough to reinforce the lesson: stick with your strengths. It’s back to lounging for me.
Need I say anything more? Well, okay….a brief update:
Thanks to Karen, I am now sporting my spring do. And yes, I look forward to my spring respite with you, on the front porch. After all, a girl has to be flexible: repose, respite, you get the idea.
I am sure you’ve noticed. The things you apologize for have a certain repetition factor, a “Here-I-go-again” quality about them. And so it is with me. I have been lax in putting paw to print, and know that you have heard all of this this before (it’s a little like therapy, no?). Indulge me; I’ll get to you in a moment. After all, you, my patient and forgiving reader, know my reasons: I am caught up in the moment, filled with good intentions, insufficient time and yes, an absence of follow through. Know thyself.
And speaking of insufficient time, I HAVE been busy. Eureka! I recently discovered that my humanoids are experimenting with the guest chocolate…you know, branching out and getting a little extravagant. And one day, due to a bit of a communication faux pas, a management mishap, lo and behold, there it was: the promised land (Promised Land???) within reach of my expectant snout. As discipline is not my strong suit (Do I hear an AMEN????), that bad-boy chocolate tasted so good going down, oh yeah! It was the 3 a.m. after effect that interrupted my reverie. The Mommy wasn’t thrilled about stepping in it. Ugh…she went on and on in that disapproving tone as my tail hung obligingly between my legs.
Ah, but she does forgive….as we must.
In your world, you call it “being human.” I think that bad and good and good and bad are blurred lines at best. They transcend species. You understand. Forgive. Move on. There’s more life to be lived.
I wasn’t dreaming of a white Christmas. Truth be told, it was pigs-in-a-blanket. Know thyself. What could be more tempting to a canine foodie? I mean, really… Alas, there were none to be had. So I managed to work off my despair by consoling myself with Babies-in-a-Basket–you know, my collection of stuffed representatives of the animal kingdom. I made a bee-line for my menagerie and sunk my teeth into Curious George, then Anguish. They’re so compliant. But when that wasn’t enough to work off my profound disappointment, I went for Phee-Two. She’s the replacement for Phee-One, otherwise known as Phoebe. Once I tore the stuffing out of her, along came Phee-Two, who is almost half my size. Tackling her is quite the ambitious undertaking. Ah, I feel better just thinking about it…
Despite the absence of those dreamy pigs-in-a-blanket I had a great Christmas. First, my Auntie Lynda brought me a brand, spanking-new baby: Bob. He’s just the cutest thing. We’re in that getting-to-know-you phase, and off to a great start. Then, my Cousin Megan wrote an entire song about me. DA-Dah!!!!!!!!! I don’t naturally crave the spotlight, but I was so moved from within, that I attempted to sing along. It wasn’t encouraged…
My humans say that life is about the memories, the moments of genuine connection and selflessness that we create and experience. No masks, no posturing, no subterfuge. It’s true, I know, because that is the “magic” that happens here. Not always, but enough to know that it sustains us. I’m getting too deep…. And so, in stark counterpoint, my canine self resolves to get my snout on a few pigs-in-the-blanket in 2014.
No, no, no. What am I saying? Course correction: IT’S SNOWING! But really, I know that I should be grateful because:
1. Nary a single snowflake fell in the month of October. I have resided in The Icebox of Connecticut for exactly five years and this is the first time that October has come and gone in picture-perfect style. I have to say that, as a Louisiana Belle, I appreciate the seasonal-correctness that characterizes New England.
2. I have a snazzy coat collection. In keeping with the restrained sense of style in these parts, I usually sport my fleece. After all, it’s perfectly functional, it protects my locks, and it’s got those little Velcro thingies that make the whole process of dressing for my walk a veritable breeze. But best of all, it’s reversible; you know, a light lavender on one side and a dove grey on the other. And recently, The Mommy was working her Inner Fashionista by scoring an adorable fuschia cable knit sweater for me. Against my fair locks, I will be stylin’ down these country roads like nobody’s business.
3. The flakes have subsided and I am once again awash in sunlight. You see, it just gives credence to the old saying: this too shall pass.