Friday, November 26, 2010

Memo to Self


Be more like George. His pleasures are simple: sleep, eat, walk, play with ball, give and receive love. His worries are few. Well, none, actually, that I know of. He does not worry about the Republican majority in Congress; nor about the national and global economies; nor about being patted down at the airport. He does not worry too much about the weather, though I suspect he's a bit uncomfortable with the heat. He's a bit irritable with small children, but that's understandable. And he's keen to defend us from the threatening presence of other canines. Right now, he's asleep in his bed under the dining room sideboard, chin propped up for comfort on the edge. And they call it a dog's life...


4 comments:

TaraDharma said...

Dogs can have a great life! Mine sure do! George is the picture of contentment.

mandt said...

:)

CHI SPHERE said...

i see George has that inner light emanating from his belly! I'll sleep on that any time.

robin andrea said...

And, all of his meals are provided and his needs met. It's a good life!

I take comfort in knowing that it's only the House of Reps that's in the hands of the Republicans. We heard the senator from Delaware who took Biden's vacated seat say that it's the job of the Senate to say "no," to put the breaks on the weird stuff that comes out of the house. It was comforting to know that there still might be a hint of sanity left on the hill.