Not in Washington state, that’s for sure! No, it’s time to look southerly for that beautiful palm. And man oh man, am I ready to go find it.
Of course, that’s not to say that I don’t love the great and glorious state of Washington because I do. And I always will.
After all, it was here, west of the Cascades, west of the Puget Sound, on a lovely island called Marrowstone, that I found a private little paradise made for two, the place I’ve called home for the past seven years, the place I never thought I’d ever want to leave, and then …
Life is capricious. And that’s the rule, not the exception.
Even so, we live our lives on the shaky premise that life is clean, ordered, and pretty darned predictable. But the premise, of course, is false. I know. And I learned that lesson the hard way.
Still, if we manage to survive that hardest of lessons, it can be a liberating experience, forcing us to live more in the moment, to be more agile, more aware, ready and eager for the next act in this grand, unpredictable, and fleeting play.
Hopefully, it also makes us more loving, more thankful, more understanding and forgiving. And maybe even fearless enough to make a drastic change …
Like maybe, oh I don’t know, getting a dog? Who, me? Well, heck, why not?
That would certainly be a drastic departure for me! I’ve always been a cat person, and it’d be hard to get off that purring dime. Still, I think a dog might add a lot to my life.
Dogs bring another kind of companionship, different from cats. They bring a different energy, a different karma, and, I suspect, another important life lesson, this one served up in a doggy suit.
Cesar Millan sure thinks so. Like he always says: You don’t get the dog you want; you get the dog you need.
Here’s hoping mine will have one great big ginormous head. Woof!
You definitely need to visit us if you’re seriously considering inviting a pit-bull puppy into your family. We go so long between puppies that we tend to forget just how … destructive they are, especially when they have jaws like hyenas. This week Rikki Bobbie chewed up our doormat and our new grill cover. And, of course, today is just Tuesday. My, but she has energy-energy-energy and HUGE feet that she seems intent upon growing into. She’s six months old and weighs 40 lbs! But sweet as pie. Eager to learn and to please. If you have the patience.
And speaking of chewing, our daughter Caroline recently asked a vet tech what type of toy she could buy her pit-bull dog Josie that Josie wouldn’t completely destroy in fifteen minutes. The vet tech said he had something that he just knew Josie couldn’t chew up. He gave Caroline a hockey puck. Which she took home and gave to Josie. And Josie immediately reduced THE HOCKEY PUCK to tiny black jibbles that Caroline’s boxer lapped up like licorice. Yum-yum.
Comment by Rosy — March 24, 2009 @ 10:47 am