Revelation. That’s what I’m calling it. It did not come easy. Probably years in the making, but this week, it hit me like a fly on poop on a smoldering summer day.
I am meant to be a dog.
Realization #1 – A dog’s uncanny ability to soak up the warmth of a single sunbeam and nap for hours. Not a care in the world. The way life should be.
#2 – When it comes to doing “duty”, a dog knows how to pick the perfect spot. Circling around the yard for what seems like hours until he finds the spot. Not there. Or there. Or even way over there by his lucky tree. But this spot right here, it’s perfect. How many times is the stall, our favorite deposit location, taken? Or the conditions are not “right”? I think Goldilocks had it right. Maybe she was a dog in another life. Can we afford the luxury of roaming around, “sniffing” out a perfect spot?
#3 – Having a master, owner, parent (whatever you want to call it) to prepare the food, lead on long leisurely walks, brush out snarls, give a relaxing belly rub, and play fetch with once in a while. If only each day I could curl up in a snuggly ball and snooze away the work day awaiting the return of my food, entertainment, and belly rub source.
#4 – A dog’s perfect ability to see snow as a source of food and fun. Rain puddles as personal splash pads. And falling leaves as time for frolic and play. Back to the simpler times.
#5 – When life gets tough, the noise level too loud, or things are not going right, find a quiet, hidden “cave” to stow away until life eases up. Yes there are days where I just want to curl up under a table, hide my eyes with long silky ears, and just sleep away the hustle.
#6 – When all else fails and bored as heck, chase the tail around until instant collapse happens. If I could see my backside and chase it, I am pretty sure I would fall over from hysterical laughter or the result of an injury. Probably both. But the idea is that it looks so entertaining!
Clearly a dog’s life is the life for me. Until then if you see me circling around, I’m either looking for a ray of sunshine to park my butt, chasing my tail for lack of other entertainment, or prepping to find the perfect unload station. Forewarned.