Too much stuff to do: Get out of bed. Brush teeth. Put on socks.
Who can deal with it all?
Not me or you over there in the beige sweater with the mustard stains — you definitely can’t deal with it.
But dogs, dogs slow things down and let you push aside the endless to-do list for a fleeting moment.
"Fleeting" is the keyword here.
Fortunately, dogs gift us with lots of those fleeting moments. And if you’re like me, and I suspect you are because you love pizza, those goofy ethereal wisps of time are your markers, your buoys of life.
Like when the dog ate your homework; the first time you did it.
Last time too.
Like Thanksgiving dinner when Snoopy followed Grandma everywhere; her first time in Depends.
Last time too.
I often think about the strangeness of sharing our lives with another species.
Aliens in our midst. A seat at the bar of the Star Wars legendary bar, Mos Eisley Cantina.
Strange, yet somehow more human too. A seat next to humanity at its best: Courage, loyalty, true friendship.
Festooned with laughs and inevitable heartache.
Dogs R Us. Warm-blooded, making no sense.
Dogs lead us to the porthole of a parallel universe. One that is more real, more true.
Nothing phony about a dog.
When you’re with a dog, Life reveals itself, no holds barred.
