I think this is my best lesson to date, and even though it is only #3, I think it is the lesson that should be remembered – daily! Perhaps it was from the late evening glow that the idea, thought, concept, or a deceptively simple habit embraced me. It seems so simple, Pink Petunia, a lady of leisure, well, that night I even got a Akaushi Beef bone from my royal subjects.
They NEVER give me bones, as in, never, ever, ever … It had to be a special occasion, because they rarely leave me to go ‘out-and-about’ much, and besides, I don’t even know what that sort of beef was, but the remnants were, in a word, “WOOF!”
But let me show you what I mean…
Of course, not unlike post-Thanksgiving, after I devoured the Pinky Bone, I did what all canine brethren do, I took a restful nap. And yes, I snore louder than an obese 60-year old, long haul truck driver- parked for the night after ingesting a juicy triple-cheese and PBR tall-boy six-pack.
What has brought me to this lesson – comes from what the pasty-white author dude said to me the other night. And I quote, “Pinky, within each stolen moment, I think we see paradise.” I merely responded in the only way I know, I said, “Woof!” And then I rolled onto my back and begged for a belly scratch. (Of course, he gave in, and even gave me an asparagus treat – SAP!)
Instinctively, I know something is not quite right with me, because of all the doctor visits and the nasty tasting things they put in my food from these vessels. I will tell you, they are a big YUCK! But if I don’t take them, well, I get the big gag-o-finger, down the throat move, from you-know-who!
Perhaps, what Mr. Author Dude was trying to tell me, it’s the moments my royal subjects hold me close in the middle of the night, after I wake up with moist fur, and I’m shaking from a nightmare, a nightmare that I do not remember. And then the author dude takes me into his office, so I can lay down on the cold bathroom tile. And the blond business babe can get a good night’s sleep.
Or, perhaps it’s the time we spend together as they wait for me to do my bid-ness. Or, it’s the time the blond one, you know the business woman with the fancy shoes, well, she spends a great deal of time on Sunday’s giving me a luxurious, soapy bath. And then she blow dry’s my fur as she brushes through any tangle-wangles, after all, a lady needs to be properly, professionally groomed.
But, I guess what the author dude meant by, “within those stolen moments, I saw paradise…”, was that each day we should hold those that we love close. And each day we should express in our own fashion – the fact that we love those that we choose to hold close to our heart. Because he told me, he thinks from each spark from a happy moment – it flashes in our mind’s-eye like a 1960’s paparazzi flashbulb, and then it becomes an fading ember within our memory.
And then, he reminded me, after the lightning storm, Devine Providence shares a colorful rainbow that only hints at the perfection that awaits us within the harmony known as a hoped for paradise.
So, at each happy moment, we should take a picture postcard within your mind’s-eye, and then file it away in an easily retrieved spot – for the times we need to clutch onto a happy smile, a wondrous laugh. After all, it is a choice to seek happiness, so we should choose your happy trigger from a happy collection of stolen snap shots.
For one day into the future, we will all become a memory for those that loved us, and it should be a happy memory from all the collective times that formed a whole life. A life well spent.
Now, even though I know I’m a dog, I do feel the sensation that they love me. And I do feel the author dude gently scratching behind my ears. And I feel at ease, I feel sleepy.
I think I will roll over and go back to sleep, as I know they are always nearby me, watching over me, and making sure all my needs are met. After all, I’m a lady.