Archive for September, 2006

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More Dalai Bobo

September 30, 2006

Stealing once again from Neva and Bobo at Puppytoes (with Neva’s kind permission):

~thought for the week~

The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear what will become of you, depend on no one. Only the moment you reject all help are you freed.”

~Buddha~


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A Good Dog

September 28, 2006

Out this week is the new book by Jon Katz, A Good Dog. Truthfully, I only skimmed this MSN article, because I haven’t any personal experience with aggressive dogs. I’ve been blessed that way, I suppose. What did fascinate me, though, was Katz’ discussion of Hannah Arendt’s collection of essays, Responsibility and Judgment, and the way he worked through his own moral code to come to his decision regarding Orson.

I felt old, weary, and sad.

So, I read. Moral conduct, Arendt wrote, depends mostly on the discussions we have with ourselves. We must not contradict ourselves by making exceptions in our own favor. We must not place ourselves in positions in which we would have to despise ourselves.

“It certainly is not a matter of concern with the other but with the self,” she’d written. “The standard is neither the love of some neighbor nor self-love, but self-respect.”

It did not matter what other people, or other dog lovers, would do or would think of whatever I decided. It mattered what I thought of myself; the respect I needed to seek was my own. The world is filled with people of certainty, who have a sure sense of what others ought to do. Nowhere were they more numerous than in the vast network of people and institutions that constituted the dog culture. Yet if life with dogs had taught me anything, it was to be less, not more, certain. Animals have ways of teaching you that for all your books, vet, Web sites, and holistic practitioners, you are not in control. Animals live by their own lights.

On my way to work this morning, I tried to stop and reason through my own personal unhappiness. At no other time in my life have I been so blessed, but the nagging sense of unrest remains. “What do I need to be happy?” I asked myself. (Yes, I talk to myself . . . occassionally . . . AND, I answer myself.)

“Nothing,” came the reponse.

“Then just be happy.”

Can it be that simple? Or have I been denying myself? What about my moral code, the inner compass that keeps me focused and grounded? Where has that gone these last few years? Has it been there with me, or could I have made better decisions? We can all play the victim, if we want to. And believe me, these last couple of years, I have wanted to.

It’s funny how karma works, though. The people who have tried the most to hurt us are themselves, the most hurting people I know. Everything they have taken from us has been returned double, and they are none the happier for it. In fact, it pretty much just pisses them off that they haven’t been able to dent our love nest. Such is the nature of love, projected (and real) anger and jealousy.

When I think of learning from my animals, their mindfulness is the first thing I think of. That they can be so in-the-moment. Grizzly taught me about loyalty and doing what was right. And letting people know when they need to back off. Personal space, people. Can I get some personal space?!

Smokey reminds me to enjoy those rapturous moments when all is right with the world. In his case, when the tennis ball is in the air coming his way. (I do wish you could all see his “happy dance” when he runs around the yard in circles like a maniac after the first ball retrieval. It’s quite a sight!)

And Banished Cat has taught me to ask for what I need. Meow. Food. Meow. Shelter. Meow. Hold me. And he’s also taught me to never give up, even when the door shuts. But also, that if it gets too cold, to go and find someone who will care for me better than the woman (or man) who shuts the door in my face. Idealism only goes so far.

How about you? Have you ever had an experience where you felt like an animal taught you something? I know there are cynics in the world who don’t believe in the power of animals. I am not one of those. (I’m a different kind of cynic!) Happy Thursday, all!

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Deep Thoughts by Dalai Bobo

September 26, 2006

My thanks to Sophie and Neva at PuppyToes for these excellent reminders. Happy Dog Week, everyone!

dalai bobo’s…

~thought for the week ~

If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.” ~ Buddha

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More Letters to God

September 21, 2006

Dear God,

I live in a very religious place, but you already no that because you visited. What I want to know is was New York City a mistake? Please tell the truth. We’ll keep it a secret.

Love,

Jamie

[age 8]

Dear God,

If the Lions were as wimpy back in bible times as the ones here are, the Christians would have won.

The Lions are a football team if you did not know it.

I hope that you are not bothered by this,

Chuck

[age 10]

Dear God,

What do you think about people who convert? My mom says they’re stupid. By the way, I like being Jewish.

Love,

Amy

[age 10]

Taken from Children’s Letters to God

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Case of the Mondays

September 19, 2006

YouTube Video (which I can’t seem to figure out how to post directly, or I would)

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Courtesy Notice

September 19, 2006

If you’re not going to tell me who you are, why you’re IMing me and what you hope to gain from said conversation, prepare to get blocked.

For the record, I’m 36, look like I’m still in my twenties, have been hit on, grabbed at, and have listened to FAR too many inappropriate comments in my life to spend time IMing strangers who won’t make their intentions known. I’m just about sick of it, thank you very little.

Scratch that. I AM sick of it — unsolicited sexual advances, that is, not IMing — if you actually want to IM me just because you’re being a friendly friend, that’s all well and good, especially if you love animals. A sex service I am not (said in my best Yoda voice).

Ooooooh, looks like somebody is having a case of the Moondays. Is it Margarita Friday yet?

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Interesting Thought for your Monday

September 19, 2006

Pilfered from The Rescue Workers’ Adoption Page:

There is an Indian legend which says when a human dies there is a bridge they must cross to enter into heaven. At the head of that bridge waits every animal that human encountered during their lifetime. The animals, based upon what they know of this person, decide which humans may cross the bridge…. and which are turned away.