(FYI/As as a comedic side note: I was, at one point asked if I
would have enough material to sustain a blog each and every day. I said then
(and it’s proving to be so now) I have oodles of ideas combatting each other like
ninja warriors to be blog topic but today – much as I’d planned to blog
about differences in my father’s and my uncle’s business styles, I’m setting
aside about 5 other topics to once again, blog on – puppy wisdom.)
Why?
Well, for
starters, because we nearly lost 3 today…And because I’m so pissed at Rosey I
just felt you should know the emotional rainbow over here has two ends (and no
pot of gold on either, though there is plenty of poop to go round…and pretty
much a line of it underlying the middle, but I digress).
Anyone living in
Middle Tennessee today will attest: it was an unusually warm day. It doesn’t take
a weathergirl to tell you, hot air on top of cold air on top of whatever air is
coming next (mixed with the right amount of moisture) is a breeding ground for
tornados. It struck me as
particularly odd when I noticed Al Roker pointing to the region JUST East of
Nashville (i.e. national dudes
seldom pinpoint Gallatin, TN)
Not one to
dwell on fear, I am one to batten what I can, (cause let me
tell you…It was one windy day.) My other focus? (And anyone with large dogs will get this) “Which of these pups is gonna be scared of a storm?” (Cause for reasons that continue to mystify,
it’s very often the largest dogs that wind up the scarediest of cats when a storm
rolls in.)
Add to all this
the waking and very grateful realization that for every hour my pups spend
outdoors, well that’s one less clean up task for me, and that’s my juggle for
the day. Knowing some will fetch their pups this weekend, (meaning
evening storms will only contribute to muddy puppies)…and…..one more night in
the basement was definitely in the plan. While there, spotting the ones
wired to fear storms should be easy, since I planned to be hunkered down with
them myself if things got rough...
Bracing for the fierce forecast, I let the pups go back and forth
between basement and the great outdoors pretty much all afternoon, after all,
they’re coming to love that particular spot on the drive where I release them each morning in what we call the “breakfast pen”. They have toys outside their door.
Mats to sleep on…Plus, Rosey lives to hang there . . Until today when the drama set in:
Come time to head to my 2 oclock, I realized I was 3 puppies (and one roaming
mama) shy of securing my count, a dilemma that will leave everyone wishing they
had the neighbors I have. As it turns out, one such neighbor landed all
three pups under her car, thanks to Rosey, (lover of said neighbor) who had sauntered
over, with 3 of her 7 pups, pide-pipering behind.
The good news: everyone should catch up with their neighbors more often.
The better news: it
reminded me all over again how very much I am NOT in charge of my sagas, my schedule, my life.
At the end of the
day (and thanks to said saga) it allowed me to know that as far as these particular puppies go,
storms aren’t all that big a deal…These pups were not affected in the least by tornado warnings or even heavy rains.
If anything unnerved them this tumultuous day, it was me…being
out of sorts, in the moments I was out of sorts….
Bottom line: tis "I" I need work on, once again. TVs and forecasters --not
enhancements to my life (or my pups'), still and so, only I and I alone that can alter the real energies that drive my day's forecast.
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