Bianca (she’s mostly white furred), the 11 year-old whippet, no longer comes running when I invite her to chase the wild turkeys out of the yard. First, there must be salmon treats, then a few minutes of stretching, then, considerable review of the outside temperature, and finally, the quality and pitch of my begging her for a few fast gallops to scatter said turkeys. Any advice NWP????
I've always found it interesting that we humans tend to mourn the many losses of things, relationships, etc. that we never actually had in the first place. We're mourning the loss of what I like to call pre-memories that we've made up in our minds and when we don't get it or make a different decision the morning process begins. Damn that regret. We actually DO feel that we've lost something. What a dirty little trick our minds play on us. But the reality is that we were ALWAYS going to make that decision because that's exactly what we did. In the multiverse, one of ourselves actually did make that choice and got the thing, or picked the dog that sleeps facing you. But in THIS reality, exactly what happened is exactly what was always going to happen. But that's just my opinion 🙃 Thanks for the reminder that we all need to pump the brakes on wanting and START APPRECIATING. 💖
For the record, I thought that was a HILARE intro to your post. I used to watch a show called The Big C (Laura Linney was fabbity-fab) and during an episode, she went to visit a neighbor across the street from her house. While she was visiting with her, the woman's dog came up to her and licked her leg. Sometime later in the show someone said that the dog licked her because she smelled sweet... more than likely due to her cancer. Maybe the dog wasn't so much chasing you as trying to tell you something. I also like the idea of a dog sleeping his/her back to you as a form of protection. That's a great feeling.
"So don’t waste mental energy on a version of you that might have existed. If you want to change that bad, now is the perfect time to work on yourself." I recently learned about rumination, how indulging in it links directly to my depressive crises, and how taking some--any--kind of action is the best way to pull out of it. The magic is in the present moment. Onward and upward, friends!
I'm into those cute walking fur coats known as cats, but I know what you mean. Look back for a bit. Then, look forward and WALK forward--because that's the only way to go.
And about garlic bread: it's nice when it's browned and toasty. (And with real garlic and parmesan cheese!)
Bianca (she’s mostly white furred), the 11 year-old whippet, no longer comes running when I invite her to chase the wild turkeys out of the yard. First, there must be salmon treats, then a few minutes of stretching, then, considerable review of the outside temperature, and finally, the quality and pitch of my begging her for a few fast gallops to scatter said turkeys. Any advice NWP????
Yes, my advice is for us all to be more like Bianca! Sounds like she's figured it all out.
I've always found it interesting that we humans tend to mourn the many losses of things, relationships, etc. that we never actually had in the first place. We're mourning the loss of what I like to call pre-memories that we've made up in our minds and when we don't get it or make a different decision the morning process begins. Damn that regret. We actually DO feel that we've lost something. What a dirty little trick our minds play on us. But the reality is that we were ALWAYS going to make that decision because that's exactly what we did. In the multiverse, one of ourselves actually did make that choice and got the thing, or picked the dog that sleeps facing you. But in THIS reality, exactly what happened is exactly what was always going to happen. But that's just my opinion 🙃 Thanks for the reminder that we all need to pump the brakes on wanting and START APPRECIATING. 💖
I love the term "pre-memories"! Here's to appreciating the multiverse reality we're in!
Garlic Bread Porter does have a nice ring to it…
Delicious
For the record, I thought that was a HILARE intro to your post. I used to watch a show called The Big C (Laura Linney was fabbity-fab) and during an episode, she went to visit a neighbor across the street from her house. While she was visiting with her, the woman's dog came up to her and licked her leg. Sometime later in the show someone said that the dog licked her because she smelled sweet... more than likely due to her cancer. Maybe the dog wasn't so much chasing you as trying to tell you something. I also like the idea of a dog sleeping his/her back to you as a form of protection. That's a great feeling.
Maybe! I should go and thank that dog (though I risk being chased up another fence).
"So don’t waste mental energy on a version of you that might have existed. If you want to change that bad, now is the perfect time to work on yourself." I recently learned about rumination, how indulging in it links directly to my depressive crises, and how taking some--any--kind of action is the best way to pull out of it. The magic is in the present moment. Onward and upward, friends!
Love hearing you've identified patterns and are finding your best way forward, Derek! Onward and upwards all the way!
Thanks for reminding me about regrets. I’ll try to pull all the regret weeds that pop up.
Use weedkiller. Gets rid of those pesky regrets faster.
Loved this article even if I don't have a dog. One question though; What's wrong with raisin cookies?
They fool me into thinking I'm about to eat chocolate-chip. Being fooled by food is a great weakness of mine. Possibly my greatest.
Not sure how we went from dog park to leukaemia to life regrets but I’m here for it. Thanks for the chuckles.
Anything is possible at the dog park!
I have logged enough dog park hours to know that’s the gospel truth.
I’m sorry what I couldn’t hear you over plotting how to turn the cat into a dog and head to my local dog park.
“What you’re not familiar with petite long tailed Corgis? Weird.”
Dog parks aside… you make some excellent points here. 🙏😂🙌
Ah, the very rare petite long-tailed Corgi. Certainly enjoys a lot of cat food for a dog, haha.
Hey, don’t shame her kink! 😹
I'm into those cute walking fur coats known as cats, but I know what you mean. Look back for a bit. Then, look forward and WALK forward--because that's the only way to go.
And about garlic bread: it's nice when it's browned and toasty. (And with real garlic and parmesan cheese!)
You had me at real garlic and parmesan cheese!