So this morning my pillow (four legged, purty eyed) decided to move and leave my head on a flat bed. My pillow moved!! My pillow had to pee…
With all that is going on in the world a moving pooch being my largest issue I suppose I shouldn’t complain. I have the blessing of experiencing someone special by my side, woofing and farting and all. Tail smacking against me cold nose and kisses while I’m trying to sleep. My poochesness! I used to be of the mindset that a dog was a working dog and had a purpose. My Akita changed that, she was a difference in life that everyone should experience.
I was having a tough time career wise once and my grandfather one night explained this to me. The dog is always there, she doesn’t care how bad or good your day ways she is just happy to see you. You can be frustrated and angry to her and yet she will still give her life to be at your feet. The dog is your rock, the most reliable soul you may ever encounter. But a horrible pillow….
No real topic this morning, just some thoughts on how good life can be if we let it happen. Today I’m going to be open to the world and see what happens, worst case I’ll find myself in a field with no snack snacks in my pocket, the weather is cold and I have a heavy coat she has fur and the world is big. One more cup of coffee and the business section of the paper to go and off we will be to explore.
As a long time friend and mentor once said “Don’t be afraid of life”