You know, I come home pretty jaded sometimes. It has been a long day at work; things aren’t going the way I want, and I, generally, just feel crummy, hanging my head a little as I climb out of my pick-up and trudge toward the house. Then I run into the welcoming committee. It’s usually composed of half-a-dozen of my friends: BigDog, Miss Honey, Momma, BB, Trudy, and Mr. Little. They start up their happy dance & canine chorus the second they hear my truck coming up the street, and only turn up the volume as I get closer. When I walk up and open the gate, they rush me like a pack of fans rushing Elvis at a concert. If they could, they’d pass me around overhead like I was in a mosh pit or something. And the beautiful thing is that they’ll do this whether I’m gone five minutes or five days. They live totally in the present: they forgive me for leaving them and rejoice that I’m back. They never fail to bring me out of my funk while I wallow in the love they offer.
Momma Dog, BigDog, and Trudy
I need to be more like them and live in the moment. Right now, though, I am so lucky to have them in my life.
Rubbernecking Around 