The Dog

We sat quitely awaiting an evening of great entertainment: my mom, dad, Chris, Phil and...the dog. Well, she didn't wait to wreak her awesome havoc. The cheese tray went out and apparently she had to "check it" for poison as Phil said. She was just doing a taste test. I have to say I envy my dog. I envy all dogs. They don't know time. They live in the moment...something humans forget to do ALL the time. I am most guitly of this last indescretion. I do not live in the moment, but instead, relive the past everyday. Billy come to my mind (never my dreams) several times a day, and far too many to count. He is usually in the hospital, unfortunately. I can't get the image out of my head, but when I spend time with my dog, I am reminded of what time means. The moment, playing ball, eating, snuggling on the couch...those are the moments she lives in and is never disrupted by the future or the past. Although I have to leave her alone at times, she never holds a grudge. She cares about food, love and sleep in that order and with as much enthusiasm as a child with a new toy. I've written about her often because she reminds me of what I do not have: the abilit to live for now, in the present, at this moment. She does not let the stress (what stress could she possibly have! She's spoiled to death) of the day get in her way of having a great morning, afternoon and evening. Everyday is a good day for her. We need to learn the lessons of the dog. They can only help us heal ourselves, I swear!