What is it about our dogs that gets us thinking about heaven, about matters of ultimate concern? What is it about our dogs that pierces us to the depths of our souls?
If there is a heaven, some sort of afterlife, I like to think of it as a place where we get reunited with all the good deogs that we've ever known.
Each one of our good dogs is a psalm, a prayer, a song of praise-on four legs and with a wagging tail. The only reason any dog turns from the good is because it has been corrupted by the evil of men.
One of the gateways to true adulthood is when we finaly understand that even as we live, we are moving toward death. The dogs in our lives help leaven that understanding, let us rehearse those last breaths.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Quotes from What a Difference a Dog Makes by Dan A. Jennings
But that's one of the big mysteries, right? How did we choose dogs, and how did they choose us?
What do we see when we stare into each other's eyes? What deep mamal bond lurks there? Why do we stoop for a strange dog and ask to scratch it's soft, irrestible ears? And why does that same dog give us the hard lean against our legs that tells us, "Hey, man, you're alright."
Oh I know that the biologists and tyhe anthropologists think they have answers to those questions. But their dry science isn't satisfying, doesn't roll around in the mud and revel in the mystery of it all.
There's something essential in the physical transactions between human and dog. When Bijou jumps onto the couch, circles a couple times, then plumps herself down next to me and sighs in contentment, that act sums up why we bring dogs into our lives: We savor the beauty of the fact that the miracles of their lives so comfortably intersect with the miracles of our own.
We invite our dogs into our lives as "just the family pet," but often they end up being canine candles that blaze and shine, illuminating our lives.
Dogs are miracles in the moment- and they teach us, in fact, that each moment is an absolute miracles-and they live in the eternal present. They don't fret over past mistakes, or dwell on past glories, either. The future is always now.
What do we see when we stare into each other's eyes? What deep mamal bond lurks there? Why do we stoop for a strange dog and ask to scratch it's soft, irrestible ears? And why does that same dog give us the hard lean against our legs that tells us, "Hey, man, you're alright."
Oh I know that the biologists and tyhe anthropologists think they have answers to those questions. But their dry science isn't satisfying, doesn't roll around in the mud and revel in the mystery of it all.
There's something essential in the physical transactions between human and dog. When Bijou jumps onto the couch, circles a couple times, then plumps herself down next to me and sighs in contentment, that act sums up why we bring dogs into our lives: We savor the beauty of the fact that the miracles of their lives so comfortably intersect with the miracles of our own.
We invite our dogs into our lives as "just the family pet," but often they end up being canine candles that blaze and shine, illuminating our lives.
Dogs are miracles in the moment- and they teach us, in fact, that each moment is an absolute miracles-and they live in the eternal present. They don't fret over past mistakes, or dwell on past glories, either. The future is always now.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Geesh! Where does the time go???
So, I realize it's been a while since I've posted. I can't even explain where I've been. I made it through another great musical. I survived the news that Amber and Joe are splitting. I've even grown to accept the idea that Kelsey's pregnant. I can't quite say that I'm excited just yet but I'm working on it. She asked me to go with her to her appointment for an ultrasound on Tuesday. I got to see the baby and it's a boy! Everything looks fine so that's good. I've started looking at knitting patterns so that's good, right??? I want to be a good grandma but the situation is a little strange. I'm trying, really I am....
It's been a tough week. I had my last chorus concert on Wednesday. What the hell am I going to do with myself??? Not teach music??? Really?? It's like a huge slap. And to know that the kids won't be getting a teacher who is excited, happy to be with them and that is going to kill me. Teaching music has been my dream come true and now it's coming to an end. I've been close to tears all week and sometimes the tears have won. And I'm so sick and tired of hearing people say, "Well, at least you still have a job."" Really???? Please. I've given everything I could to this district. I've gone above and beyond what everyone else has done and this is my reward??? Ugh. On top of all of this, Thursday was the 5 month anniversay of Flutie. God, I still miss him like it was yesterday. Now that spring is here, every shadow I see outside, I think it's him. Des was here last night and heard something that for just a second- she thought it was him. Will this ever get easier? Will my heart ever stop aching? Will my tears ever stop?
It's been a tough week. I had my last chorus concert on Wednesday. What the hell am I going to do with myself??? Not teach music??? Really?? It's like a huge slap. And to know that the kids won't be getting a teacher who is excited, happy to be with them and that is going to kill me. Teaching music has been my dream come true and now it's coming to an end. I've been close to tears all week and sometimes the tears have won. And I'm so sick and tired of hearing people say, "Well, at least you still have a job."" Really???? Please. I've given everything I could to this district. I've gone above and beyond what everyone else has done and this is my reward??? Ugh. On top of all of this, Thursday was the 5 month anniversay of Flutie. God, I still miss him like it was yesterday. Now that spring is here, every shadow I see outside, I think it's him. Des was here last night and heard something that for just a second- she thought it was him. Will this ever get easier? Will my heart ever stop aching? Will my tears ever stop?
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