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PUPPY LOVE

Love does not come without responsibilities nor does it leave you without some consequences or restrictions. For example, I love my dog no matter what and that is the steady love, real love. But in the solid world, he has to be groomed whether I do it myself or I take him to someone. He needs food and water and trust me, finding dog food that agrees with his stomach and one that he likes is another matter. Just ask the pet store how many of their products I have tried and just ask my bedroom carpet where it got all those spots. He considers my bedroom as his own private barf disposal spot.
Then there’s the “take-me-for-a-walk” look that he burns into me. Now, I need the walk as much as he does and frankly I miss it when we can’t do it for some reason; but, in a thunder storm or 94 degrees with the sun still packing the punch of a fire ball from hell, I try to explain to him we can’t do it right this minute. Then I have to explain to myself why I am talking to the dog.

Then there is the anxiety he starts winding up when he sees me touching a travel bag of any size or type even if I am just moving things around in the house. Oh, and let me just start to clean my closets out or rearrange things and he freaks. Why? Because he thinks it means Pet Mom is going to go away for a while. Now, try to explain to him that even if I am packing for a trip on which he cannot go, he gets to stay with his second Mom and GrandMom whom he adores so he need not freak out. When I pack his bag he really gets excited; so, trust me, I do that at the very last minute before we go or his second mom comes to get him.

I wonder if all dogs have ADD? He can be sniffing the grass and finding just the right spot to do his business and suddenly he hears a neighbor close a garage door or leave their driveway in their car or the breeze comes his way bringing a wave of heaven knows how many smells to his dog nose and he totally forgets what he was doing. So then I have to remind him yet again, to go potty. Then we start the process all over again. I don’t groan out loud but it’s hard not to. But then I worry that the neighbors might think I am either in pain or having some kind of pleasure for them to talk about. Oh good heavens!

Then there is the come-on-Mom-let’s-play some more look or the I-want-in-your-lap look when I have just gotten up, seen to all his needs. All I want is time for my coffee and time to write. Those are my most haves. So I end up throwing a toy or ball for him to get (which he forgets to bring back and then I have nothing to throw). It takes a few minutes to get that message across that I need the toy back if he wants me to throw it. Then, after a few more throws, I I take one more sip of coffee and ignore further sad eyes upon me. I do have some boundaries you know. It took me a life time to understand boundaries and when and how to use them. I am a slow learner and Ollie is my teacher.

Ah, but the companionship, the laughter when he does something funny or cute, the way he adores me and appreciates my presence and love makes it all worthwhile. At night he curls his little body up against mine as we sleep and I feel well-protected and loved. I may have to pour out some money, time, effort and energy because I have this little fur ball and the responsibilities that comes with him but you can’t put a price tag on love.

LOVING LIFE

I love to watch my dog pounce on a toy in victory. I love the way he jumps up on the sofa right by me looks straight into my eyes and then as though he is puzzled, looks away for a second then back at me until he figures out what’s next.

I love the way cats purr and mix dough when they are content.  Sometimes their eyes close and they seem to have smiles on their faces like they are sleeping in a poppy field.  I love that they are not like dogs because they teach me about getting needs met without attachment.

I love the way hummingbirds can go up or down or sideways or fly in one place for a while. I love that they are so tiny and yet strong. And like me, they have a sweet tooth. I’m a lot like them.

I love to listen to the ocean or a stream bumping along over river stones or the sound of a flute floating on the air as I feel these rocking me gently to the quite rhythm of breathing in and out, of life.

I love the acidic taste of lemon upon fish and the crunch of a crispy pizza and a cup of steaming anything when the weather is damp or chilly. I like how coffee runs through my veins and gets my brains in gear or how sweet tea just makes a meal complete somehow. My taste buds like to show off.

I love the ticking of a clock that reminds me of my grandmother’s hall clock when I was young. It reminds me of home and days gone by. A fire crackling in a fireplace has it’s own delights mesmerizing, enchanting, glowing and warming it invites me to remember a time when my piano teacher had a party for us students and we roasted marshmallows in the fireplace.

I love the sound of an airplane flying overhead placing visions of bygone trips and trips to come where for a while I leave my normal life behind and see, hear, touch, smell, and take in all the nuances of different cultures that I can. Climbing up falls, looking at ruins, seeing great cathedrals and monuments, visiting museums, hobnobbing with the country and city folks, eyes wide with wonder and gratitude.

I love the smell of bacon and wonder why it is that is not so good for my body. I love the feel and touch of books and the excitement, the mystery, the love, the truths, and the ideas they embody. I love to go barefooted and feel the floor, the ground, the grass, the carpet the sand beneath my feet. It ground me. I love the freshness and newness of Spring after a gray and chilly winter. I am born again when the flowers bloom.

I love the gift of life that has been given to me in all its forms. I am so grateful for all that I have and have experienced. Life is good. All is well.

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PUPPY LOVE

I love my dog! Ollie is so cute and funny – so entertaining. He is a happy little dude this morning racing about the house, bringing me things to tussle with him or throw for fetching. The impish expression of his eyes when he is trying to think what to do next or the puzzlement look when he is trying to figure out what the heck Mama is saying brings out chuckles of delight within me. Like Tarzan swinging through the trees, he goes from one activity to the next until his body tells him it is time for a change or a rest or a nap. How simply and how naturally he lives. As I type this he tired of his chew toy and is sitting at my feet staring a hole through me which means “You figure out what I want.” He sometimes stalks his prey/toy or sock like a cat, pounces on it and runs triumphantly with it in his mouth, as any victor would, then rolls over on the carpet with it kicking his legs in the air doing a happy dance on his back. What a gift he is!

Can you look around you today and find the love, the gifts and the the blessings that you may have overlooked?