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Life With a Dog is Good
As the years sail into the sunset like dust in the wind, I'm becoming more like a dog.But that's good.Except when I'm eating. That's not so good.Like a dog I eat too fast but I don't care. Not caring - also doglike. But still good.Like a dog, devoid of pretense, stripped of artifice.Real.Like a dog - living in the moment. On top of the world, most of the time at least.Like a dog - content to do nothing but watch the world go round, although I suspect that most dogs are flat-earthers.Like a dog - taught to obey and behave. But the fun part is misbehavin'. Hee hee, ha ha, ho ho.Like a dog I explore my world, though be it humble, cloistered - teeming with nosy neighbors. Nonetheless, precious little wonders abound:
- The shrubs next to the school sheltering that family of rabbits, the Peter Cottontails.
- The discarded red running shoe in the school yard, (How did that happen?)
- The cat in the hat living under the porch next door. Bet he eats mice. Hopefully not with lice. Mice with lice - not good.
On summer weekends, I take my dog to the park where there's a hidden clover patch behind the majestic evergreens. He rolls around in the fluffy clover, I lie on my back and contemplate the clouds, basking in the coolness of Earth on my back. Bound together by gravity we chill, we clear our cluttered heads. That's good, I need it.A dog's world is fresh the more familiar it becomes.A thought to hold.A dog takes nothing for granted, not even a blade of grass.To see the world through the eyes of a dog is to see the world through the eyes of a child is to see the world anew, possibilities unlimited.To behold life in all its mundane glory, in all its complexity,. The elegance of its simplicity.And that's good too.Life with a dog is very good.
