We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
One never knows where Lent will take you. A month or two ago, I was fairly certain that I knew what painful, self-flagellating things I needed this Lent for, but it has led me in another direction entirely, and a direction which offers more joy than pain.
It has led me to another level of the relational aspect of faith, as my posts during this Lent have indicated. It crystallized in my mind when I was contemplating my relationship with dogs during a recent night-time post-prandial dog-walk with my pal with ceegars. I generally connect with dogs pretty well, and think I have a good idea of how much of the bond is real and how much is imaginary.
Everything we experience in life is relational, in a sense - including to inanimate things and abstract things. It's how we are constructed. If I can delight in the slobbering kisses of a dog, what is it in me that prevents me from fully delighting in the (not-slobbering) kisses of God?
I won't go on with this because it's too personal and probably boring for anybody who isn't exactly where I am, but maybe you can get my drift. I am a work in progress.
My dog stole my sandwich off the coffee table a couple of days ago. And then when I confronted her about it, she just stared at me. Lying little bitch!! Who knows what she may have also cheated me out of.
Alex ... Tut-tut. You are the alpha male in your family pack. Far as I know, wolves [and dogs] all submit to the alpha male leaders of the pack.
Maybe if you scratched her belly, she'd apologize. Just remember, as Gibbs says on NCIS --"don't apologize. It's a sign of weakness ..." And we females are often weak. That's how we get you alpha guys to do things for us.
Bird Dog -- we always appreciate your openness and I wish you and yours a Happy Easter.
What is it about dogs?? My sweet little guy wakes up every morning excited to start his day with a belly rub, walk and breakfast. He is then contented to follow me around the house and take a nap in the sun wherever he can find it. He eagerly anticipates my husband's arrival, his dinner, another walk and then bed.
To quote Billy Joe Shaver from my 2009 Utopia Animal Rescue Ranch calender (founded by Kinky Friedman) "God is dog spelled backwards and if we were as good as dogs, we would all be better off." Although they will steal your sandwich off the table sometimes. My welsh corgi actually stole a whole roast chicken off the dining room table once but she looked so cute when she did it.