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My Dog Is Better Than Most People

on June 2, 2018

 

I have an abnormal attachment to my dog. I admit it. Most days, I would rather stay home with a sweet furball curled up next to me than go out and deal with the not-so-great unknown. People get cranky. People take out frustrations randomly. The world is confusing and contradictory and hard. My dog is soft, furry and lovely.

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Travel? No thanks.

Don’t really like it because I’m a homebody. But if we’re really getting honest, I also get weepy thinking about leaving my little furry friend. I worry that she will be sad that she has to sleep in her kennel instead of curled up behind my legs. I whimper about all the moments of pure joy I will miss by not just simply walking in the door. It doesn’t matter that I ate too much cheese, that I spent too much money on craft stuff, that I spent the entire day running myself in Internet clicking circles and pins and didn’t make dinner. She loves me because I’m me.

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Dog spelled backwards is God.

Coincidence? I think not. I’m not saying it’s healthy to idolize the canine friends, but I still love the qualities in them that set the bar high for the rest of us, the qualities that God models and expects of us. Dogs love us unconditionally. It doesn’t matter that we come home carrying no treats but plenty of the weight of the world on our shoulders. That tail still wags, and the tongue still licks. Dogs find joy in everything. A car ride? Their favorite. Waking up? Their favorite. A nap? Their favorite. Lunch? Their favorite. The same lunch they’ve had for five years? Their favorite. And I whined that we ran out of cheese for my sandwich.

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While I was trying to decide if my glass was half empty or half full, my dog happily drank it.

And I am generally an optimist. I like to try to find the good in people. But people also discourage and disappoint me. I get caught up in their annoying flaws. I forget to put myself in their shoes when they are cranky. I can love and encourage and enjoy unless it’s a horrible day or I’m feeling especially self-righteous. The dog? She loves them all. And shows them with the excitement usually reserved for a surprise engagement or the promise of a trip to Disneyland.

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Do as the dog does.

Love others not to be loved back. Find joy in our lives, no matter how mundane or depressing. Take care of our bodies with sleep, food and exercise. Care more about others than we do about ourselves. Be grateful you have a place to sleep, no matter how uncomfortable. Serve others.

About that glass . . .

I’m really trying to see what is left after the dog lapped it up as half full. And I find that when I go into a situation expecting to see greatness, I at least catch glimmers of it. And if I encourage it by building up those I see, by asking how their day is going and really caring about their answer, by showing them what great can look like, great often times rises up. So, if someone’s glass looks half empty, go ahead and fill it up. Give them a reason to want to drink from that glass of optimism and spread it around like a virus. A really good one with side effects like uncontrollable encouragement, every activity being a favorite, unconditional love, and an overall contentedness with life. Be as excited to love people as my dog is to eat a three-day-old raisin off the garage floor.

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