"My husband and I are either going
to buy a dog or have a child.
We can't decide whether to ruin our carpets
or ruin our lives."
~ Rita Rudner
A little boy shows his
class a picture that he has drawn of an old man and an ugly dog.
The bald, paunchy old
man with the thick glasses is his grandfather, and the ugly,
scrawny dog with its patchy fur, long tail and short legs is his
grandfather's dog. His grandfather says his glasses are special
glasses that allow him to see what's on the inside. When he
looks at his dog, he sees only kindness, loyalty and love.
His grandfather sees
through eyes of love.
This vignette on TV so
warmed my heart, that I reached over to hug O and
who were snoozing nearby. I love this heart-warming Chicken
Soup for The Soul stuff.
I told DH that when I
look at them, I see only beauty. Not bad for two
"rejects." They were meant for us, as their beauty
captivates me, taking my breath away, every day.
I must be wearing
contacts that let me see what's on the inside of dogs, too, as
through my eyes, I can
only see sheer perfection. Inside O is playfulness, impossible
cuteness, and unbridled joyfulness. Inside Freddy is
affection, loyalty, and devotion.
I am reminded that dog is God
spelled backwards for good reason. They are heavenly creatures
with an abundance of unconditional love.
(For no good reasons,
rats is star backwards and desserts is stressed backwards)
What is man without the beasts?
If all the beasts were gone,
men would die from great loneliness of spirit.
For whatever happens to the beasts,
soon happens to man.
All things are connected.
~Chief Seattle (Duwamish Tribe)
I am grateful that
they chose me and came into my life. O and Freddy. And
their predecessors, Happy and
Lucky. Four out of four perfect dogs have
provided for the deepest of my human needs, for love and companionship.
They've also brought out the craziness and fun in me; with them, I
just can't help:
kissing them on their foreheads
getting down on
all fours with my butt up in the air, romping with them
laughing my fool
head off at their antics
singing to them
coming up with the
most saccharine of endearments for them
nodding wildly in
agreement with "Happiness is a warm
puppy." ~ Charles Schultz
Don't Shop. Homeless animals end up in
shelters every day, only to be euthanized simply because they are unwanted. Besides, said Mordecai
Siegal, "Acquiring a dog may be the only opportunity a human ever has to
choose a relative."
Over ten years ago, a featured speaker at
regional meeting at The Newporter Hotel was Mark
Victor Hansen. This was pre- 1993, pre-Chicken
Soup for The Soul.
I was inspired and
uplifted by him. Afterwards, we chatted briefly. He was
as intriguing, exciting, and motivating off-stage, as he was
I bought his books and
tapes, and he graciously signed them. Through them, he continued to
feed my soul with positive, profound thoughts for years
Today, I thought of
Mark as I watched the vignette on TV, and smiled, happy for his
runaway success (he has walked his talk), happy for the
lives his life has touched and uplifted, and happy for me,
that in spite of life's challenges, I have grown
neither cynical, nor bitter since our meeting.
My loving and
"You go!" wishes to Mark for his
enduring work of elevating souls.
My heart continues to
be warmed by stories like the one
about the grandfather and his dog story, so
warmly that I am impelled to recall it here in my journal to savor it
Ahh, the power of
A first: I made my
first cell phone call.
DH had a late meeting
today, but it went later than planned. He called me on my
"virgin" cell phone. Not recognizing
its funny "ring", I asked O, "What is
I tracked it to my
handbag, and laughed, realizing it was my new cell phone. I knew it was
DH calling; he, and he only, knows I have a cell phone.
By the time I picked up
the phone, he had disconnected.
These are smart phones,
as it let me know that DH had called (who else?!) and would I like to ring him
back? I did. I hit the yes button, and in seconds, he
answered, deflowering my phone.
He lets me know he's
stuck on the freeway. I take advantage of the situation, and whisper
sweet nothings in his ear.
We live in a wondrous
"Life is a Gift."
P.S. If you would
like to share a portion of yourself with words, in response to
this journal entry, you may do it here.
only gift is a portion of thyself..."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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