Bob's Blog
Archive January - June 2010
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Show And Tell - January 25
Recently I was extremely objectified--and I LOVED IT!
I
got to be the object of my boy's Show and Tell. He could have taken
the robot he just got from Santa Claus; but he chose me. For once,
instead of just dropping him off outside the school doors, I got to go
inside. Oh the joy of hearing the sound of my nails echoing down the
hall, and the turning of heads. "Yes, look at me, worship me!" Then
there were the yummy smells from dirty lockers and bins full of
lunchboxes. The odor of un-bathed child was everywhere! A dog's dream!
When
we got to the room I was anxious to do my job. My boy was counting on
me. All eyes would be on me, and his reputation rested on my abilities
to connect with these easily distracted children. You're probably
thinking I did tricks like 'lie down' or 'sit with a biscuit on my
nose'. And in turn the kids squealed and clapped with delight. Wrong.
First, I'm not that kind of dog (most greyhounds don't do 'sit'). And,
second, it was important that I BE MYSELF. After a couple sniffs during
my intro I did my thing. I laid flat on the ground. Yes, 100% prone on
the floor. You will find me in this position a large portion of the day
on the couch (see previous blog entry regarding said couch). It is who I
am. Dull, you say? Au contraire. It was exactly what was needed as
tables of kids took turns coming up to pet me. It was a true greyhound
moment. And even though I didn't do fancy tricks, because I was
comfortable with who I was they felt comfortable with me. Putting on
airs never shows the real you, and you never know if someone really
likes you for you. In my opinion, you have to have a take it or leave it
attitude. If someone takes it, it's like the bliss of ten little hands
giving you a massage all at once as you lay on the cool linoleum of
life. If they leave it, it's okay, because it simply wasn't meant to be
and another someone will come into your life that is right. So the next
time you feel you have to put on an act to impress someone, stop and
think that if that is what that person requires of you, then maybe they
aren't wanting to know the real you. Take a pass. Always be true to
yourself...just make sure you know who that is.
Well,
that's all for now. Until next time: never underestimate the sheer
pleasure of running super fast around your yard with an audience and
always keep racing for your dreams.
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 Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder - February 17
This
blog entry is dedicated to a human friend of mine whom I greatly adore.
Her eyes sparkle, her smile is warm and she speaks with a sweet, soft
voice that brings peace. Her wonderful soul shines from her but,
unfortunately, she doesn't always see it. What she sees is that she
doesn't measure up to societal rules of beauty. Don't get me wrong, I
realize the animal kingdom has and always will have elements of survival
of the fittest based on health, stamina and looks. Birds preen and sing
for a mate. The bull elk uses his strong antlers to battle for control
of the herd. So it makes sense that humans also value appearance...to a
point. I suggest that maybe it has gone too far. The rules for humans
have become too specific. They don't allow for difference of opinions
and taste. Therefore, what my friend sees is a distorted reality of who
she is because she doesn't fit the model imposed upon her, but I find
her beautiful.
We dogs have a broader view of people. Do you
think dogs in the rescue shelter judge who walks by and shrink back in
their cages when a so-called 'ugly' human walks by? Do you think they
chant in their minds "don't pick me, don't pick me" over and over. Or
quietly whisper to the dog next door when the human is gone, "Whew,
dodged a bullet there. Could you imagine being seen at the dog park with
THAT one?" NO! Dogs gravitate to people based on what is inside. And
believe it or not, most humans do too. Yet even with the knowledge that
beauty comes from within, my intelligent friend, like so many others,
still carries the weight of not measuring up. How does the human brain
maintain such two diametrically opposed ideas at once? I guess a dog's
brain prefers things a bit simpler and straight forward.
Speaking
of simple, I believe that all that needs to be done to be beautiful is
to be happy. I could be wrong, but I just don't see why humans make life
so difficult. Happiness takes little effort to share and it will bring
people to you that find you beautiful. Anyone who thinks otherwise, it
just isn't meant to be and they need to go clash antlers with a
different elk. With this in mind, I have a homework assignment for you
today. It is time to let go of the fear of the unrealistic yardstick. I
want you to stand in front of a mirror every day and say "I am
wonderful, powerful, vibrant and pulsing with the energy that is
connected to all things beautiful." Share happiness with yourself. Very
quickly you will see just how dazzling you are no matter what size or
shape.
Well, that's all for now. Until next time: never
underestimate the power of lying in cool grass on a sunny day and always
keep racing for your dreams.
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Nurture Thy Body - March 15
Sorry it has taken me so long to post a new blog entry. My typist has
been a bit under the weather. You would think I would be a natural
typist with my long toes and nails, made especially for digging in while
chasing prey, but keyboards just aren't made for dogs. And speaking of
toes and not feeling well, I have found myself in my own health dilemma.
Seems I have corns on the bottom of my toe pads. They say it's
primarily a greyhound thing. Go figure. Until the corns go away I walk
in boots so I don't limp on on the concrete. They aren't my favorite
items in the world, just barely up the list from the cat, but at least
they are black, because black goes with everything. I also think they
are very slimming, don't you?
I also get my feet rubbed with a gooey balm and oil several times a
day. Let me tell you, the temptation to lick is out of this world, but I
don't because I know it is important to take care of myself. I know
that this is what needs to be done in order to heal. This is very
important no matter how inconvenient...or tasty...the task may be. I
know someone who doesn't do anything despite the rumblings of his body.
It makes me wonder why he doesn't fix things, but also what it is he is
afraid of. Not long ago a healer said that when he starts to do
something negative to himself, like eating something he shouldn't eat or
doing an unhealthy activity, he says, "I love myself too much to do
that." Life today has unavoidable stress and toxins but we don't need to
add to it unnecessarily or carry it to the point of damage. If you love
yourself enough to acknowledge a problem, love yourself just a little
bit more by putting in the work of making the tough changes - not the
easy fixes - to bring yourself back into balance. Our bodies are
excellent teachers if we listen. I believe there is something to learn
from everything that happens to us.
So, with spring around the corner, take a moment to
assess how you truly feel physically. Think outside the box and bring
those people into your life that support a healthy you. Now that you all
feel beautiful thanks to my expert advice in my last entry, it is time
to truly show you love yourself and do what is needed to get your health
in balance.
Well, that's all for
now. Until next time: never underestimate the excitement of tasting
something unknown and always keep racing for your dreams.
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Row, Row, Row Your Boat Gently Down The Stream - March 31
Today I'd like to talk about a theory that is often
mentioned and discussed in my home when certain situations spark it.
Don't be surprised. Need I remind you I see and hear all from my couch
throne? Makes you wonder what your animal knows about you, doesn't it?
Anyway, the theory is that our daily travels in
life on this earth are equivalent to floating down a river. Just as with
life, some times the river gets rough and fears can cause you to grab
and hold onto something so that you don't have to endure the rapids and
the unknown awaiting you. But as you grip tightly to find security, the
oncoming water continues to bash you making it harder and harder and
more and more uncomfortable to hold on. Remember, water is more powerful
than you, and wears down the mightiest of rocks over time, even with a
trickle. Then some times the water drifts into a shallow pool where it
sits stagnant before slowly moving on. As you wait, boredom may set in
or anger that the river has stopped, so you get out and sit on a rock.
Eventually you fall asleep and the water continues on without you and
you miss opportunities further on. In both instances your choices put
you at odds with the flow of the water.
The river is the universal energy, whether
you call it the Universe, God or Love, and we are a part of it. During
the tough times in our lives, holding on too tightly accentuates our
fears and creates ill health in the body. Not accepting and learning
from the slow times removes us from that all important connection and we
become unhappy and out of balance. In both scenarios you become stuck
and disconnected with that which is around you. In those times we need
to ask, "What am I doing to cause disharmony with the river?
What can I do to keep moving forward in a situation without hurting
myself?" Luckily there are times we float evenly and joyously with no
bumps or frustrations, but we don't always get that. There will always
be rapids and still ponds in our journey. Ultimately, one must trust
that every situation is what is needed at the time; to learn from in
order to be better prepared for what is to come so there aren't such
extremes in the current. Maybe the hippies were right when they told the
establishment to go with the flow.
Disclaimer: This theory is completely metaphorical. Neither I nor anyone
affiliated with me encourages anyone to float freely down a rapid river
without protection. Ooh! That sparks another thought. If you wouldn't
float down a river without protection, why would anyone go through life
without it? And yet we do by forgetting that the energy that connects us
also protects, and by attempting to go it alone. Again, we need to
trust; trust there is something other than ourselves and trust that the river will not let us down.
Well, that's all for
now. Until next time: never underestimate the power of the sound of
children laughing to heal the soul and always keep racing for your
dreams.
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Perfection Is In The Eye Of The Beholder - April 23
I've been a bad dog. Or so I've been told.
I
started digging again in my mom's flower beds. I know. I know. I was
good for so long, but the nature spirits just keep calling me to play
with them and I can't resist. It reminds me of the pillow fight at my
foster family's house when I first arrived in Seattle from Oklahoma (see
picture above). I got in trouble then too but let the record show I
didn't start it. You're probably wondering how we destroyed the pillow
muzzled but I won't rat out my fellow Greys. And now it's the pillow
thing all over again. It's just that once my brain gets focused on
something I just can't stop! Take sniffing for example. On my daily
walks I know there are walking manners, but the smells are so enticing.
There is something extraordinary to investigate every 2 feet. Dog,
raccoon, squirrel, cat, rat and opossum. You name the rodent, my
neighborhood has it! The enticing smells enter my olfactory canals and
the brain shuts off to everything but the investigation at hand. Oh the
joy! Eventually though my mom has to put her foot down and shorten up
the leash or "we won't get anywhere," she says.
After
reading that, you're probably rather disappointed. "How, Bob, can you
behave so after all your words of wisdom?" you ask. Well, let's not
forget I am just a dog. But also, despite my ideas and conjectures, I am
not and never will be perfect. As shocking as that may be it is still
the truth. I know we Greyhounds present ourselves as angelic but believe
me, there are a few that should have ran the track with a helmet or
have been known to ride the 'short bus'. I won't even get into my need
to stand as close to my mom as possible while she uses the restroom. And
before you point out some awesome, fetching Golden, he probably eats
his poop or gets on the couch when you're not home.
Perfect is defined as being without fault, but
can you honestly tell me anyone can achieve such a state? That would be
an exhausting, all-consuming full-time job for sure; especially since
perfection, like beauty, is in the eye of each beholder. Whose measuring
stick would you use? Yet humans continue to reach for it much to the
demise of their sanity or health. Despite someone's desire for
perfection, all physical beings - dogs included - are always going to
have some bit of imperfection. We need to accept ourselves for those
imperfections, and in that we find our true value. So take a tip from us
dogs, do your best in every endeavor on earth, enjoy your successes,
learn from your failures, let go of ideas of perfection and define
yourself according to how you walk amongst your fellow man. Ultimately
you will be rewarded, hopefully with a crunchy, peanut butter biscuit...or
whatever you humans like. Otherwise you're just wasting time you could
be napping on the couch. And by the way, while you are letting yourself
off the hook, let those around you off too. They'll appreciate it.
Even
though I can spin my recent dirty deed into a blog entry, I'm still in
trouble at home so I best finish up. As if the recent bath wasn't
punishment enough. Until
next time: never underestimate how much your animal friends do for you,
even if you don't always see it, and keep racing for your dreams.
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The Sound of Silence - May 19
The family has applied with Seattle Pug Rescue to adopt. Just like my adoption, someone from the group had to visit and make sure no one was an ax-wielding, dog eating lunatic. Or so I assume. Upon entering the house one of the women stopped short, looked at me and said, "I didn't know your greyhound was still alive. My neighbor's greyhounds killed my dog." I don't know about you, but I think things started off a little rocky.
Details were not given but what I do know is I didn't do anything. She didn't seem to make this connection though as she cautiously tapped me on the head. To rescue the situation as best as I could, to make sure she was aware of my good nature, I fell back once again on my number one skill: doing nothing. I figured there was no need to poke an angry bear, so to speak. There I was, graciously lying on the floor while everyone took seats on MY couches. If that didn't prove my good nature, I don't know what would. While lying there, with time on my paws, it occurred to me that some may at the time have thought I was just being lazy. On the contrary, I was actually doing nothing. And a blog idea was born.
While not too difficult, it can be a challenge to perfect the act of doing nothing. Yet this non-action action is so important to ones spirit that you must give it a try. You ask, "What is the difference between doing nothing and being lazy?" In my opinion, being lazy has an "I don't care" attitude whereas doing nothing is being in reverence of the moment. For example, you aren't lazy climbing a high mountain; but when you get there, the view causes you to do nothing. You stand there in awe and take in the sights, smells, and sounds around you. Of course, there is the fact that having just climbed a mountain you're too tired to do anything else, but you get my point. The same thing happens, sitting on the beach, watching the mighty ocean role in and out. In doing nothing you experience those little nuances of life and soak in the beauty, love and knowledge the Universe has to offer in a single moment that can only happen in stillness. No need to be in a meditative trance; just be.
So find time to do nothing. The greatness from the top of the mountain or beside the ocean is around you all the time in the swaying plant, fluttering bug, or friendly person walking by. Just be quiet and allow the subtle experiences to renew you. As for the new dog, interestingly we haven't heard from the rescue organization as to whether or not we were approved. I'll blame the cat.
Well, that's all for now. Until next time: never underestimate having a friend to lean on and keep racing for your dreams.
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The Cat Hisses Back - June 3
I, Kinder, the household cat, am pleased to address
today all the astute readers of this blog. It has come to my attention,
that in this forum, it has been hinted that I am somewhat of an
undesirable or the cause of negative issues in the house. So I decided
to commandeer the computer and write my own communication defending
myself. As if the farting Neanderthal would even notice from his usual
state of comatose, eyes rolled back in his head and tongue hanging out.
But the more I formulated my words in my head, my thoughts kept shifting
and while my original plan was to lambaste the attention hording,
opossum killing, gaseous hound, it seems I may owe him a bit of
gratitude.
I started out resenting Bob's accusations and his
inability to respect my well-earned position in this household. The more
I thought about it, my resentment of Sucha, a past family cat came to
mind. She, having been the first one here, never let me forget she ran
the home physically and energetically having been the first one here. My
resentment and anger accelerated with each thought to such a degree it
finally hit me just how filled with these dark emotions I had become.
Dark emotions, such as resentment, are strong drugs that seep in slowly
without much notice; they fuel our egos and make us feel justified in
our negative thinking. "They did it to me." "They were trying to control
me." "It's all their fault." Once the dark gets deep enough into our
psyches it takes hold and is very difficult to shake. They convince us
that we need them and prevent us from taking responsibility for our
actions. In reality, they are nothing without us; if they are removed
they don't exist. They most definitely are not part of who we are.
With new clarity I was able to see things from
Bob's perspective. Maybe he is just fighting for his rightful place in
the family. Maybe I should have done that with Sucha rather than wallow
in my resentment all those years, wasting so much time. Those dark
emotions don't want you to see that there is usually a better way,
bigger perspective, or more loving alternative. Once you take action to
remedy a situation and do so without being propelled by resentment or
anger, I bet you can find yourself in a pretty nice place.
I guess it is true that even your enemies can teach
you something about yourself. At this time I am humbled and thankful
for the lesson. I guess I could allow Bob a place in my kingdom. Not
equal to me, of course. Perhaps just slightly behind and to the left.
One thing for sure is that this resentment stuff around here needs to
shift before things really get out of hand...like the placement of a
hairball down someone's throat while he sleeps. But the next time he
sniffs my butt, all bets are off.
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Welcome To The Family - June 24
I
have returned, after the blog hijacking by the cat, with good news.
Seems the Pug rescue group decided our home wasn't deadly after all and a
new family member has joined us. A little black ball of love named Rex.
Don't let the size full you, he's also pretty mighty as he helps me
scatter squirrels and birds in the backyard.
Mom
gave us all Rescue Remedy in our water to help with the transition. No
matter how loving a foster parent is, the rescue system can create some
stress and Rescue Remedy helps remove nervous or detrimental energies
created in the process, as well as keeping more stress from building up
with the switch to a forever home. The flower essence Walnut is also
extremely beneficial to aid in the integration of new family members.
Giving it to everyone just assures that everyone is on the same page and
open to change.
You
know, I was taken from my birth family and went through the rescue
system. There were several foster homes I could have been happy enough
at, but I realize now I had to find just the right place for me. I think
on some level that's true for everyone. It was hard to say good-bye to
Oklahoma, but with a little effort I ended up with an awesome family
here in Seattle. Which brings to mind family really means the community
around you who love you unconditionally and are there through the good
times and bad. Sometimes family is biological and sometimes not. Maybe
one of our tasks in life is to find our right place where we do the most
good and can give and receive the most love. Without that place, things
just aren't as great as they could be. It doesn't make sense to settle
for something that isn't quite right. Looks like Rex found his right
place too.
For me, the number one reason Rex fits in our family:
I get a butt warmer!
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