Prosperity
I promised my sister-in-law that if I put down my intent to resume blogging, on the calendar, that I would do it -it was scheduled for 4 days ago.
It took some doing to get back into the site for this adventure but now I think I'm set.
Ahhemm...throat clearing noises.
It takes some effort to decide what to write about. Complaining is out, political opinions are out. Oh I forgot this is about reporting the everyday wonders. Phew ! -a place to start.
I have a new dog. I am, in my friend Nancy's word a newpoodleowner.
I can call her my dog without fear that I am being neglectful of my partner's share in ownership because he was clear that he wanted no responsibility in this venture -in his defense he wants to simplify his life.
By-products (to use dog food lingo) of this recent acquisition have been at least threefold -nearly all of them unexpected -(can the dog food manufacturers say the same). First I had forgotten the unparalleled benefits of unconditonal pet love. Second, I find myself a living study of prosperity issues at the moment and trying to answer the question 'what is prosperity for me'? And third, (drum roll....) my husband is in love with the dog! The sidebar to that one is that I feel no compulsion to make him say it out loud. A full fledged 4th by-product is yet to come as I was just fiddling with the toolbar above this box -I will no doubt soon figure out how to insert a picture of Effie, my dog, into this blog before long.
The unconditional pet love began the day I went to Mt. Joy (the actual location of the breeder offering me a choice of desirable poodles) and saw a little (she's a mini) red dog that perfectly filled a wish I had repeated for years -"if only they would develop a dog who maintained puppy proportions in adulthood" -where had I been -they've been around for years? She bounded into the house at the invitation of the 80 year old man who with his 80 something wife were tossing in the poodle breeding towel in favor of a day when grooming and feeding etc. to an unknown but I'm sure reasonable number of man's curley best friends did not hang heavily in the air above their morning OJ. She readily submitted to being picked up into my lap and a half hour later curled up in the seat of her very first ride as if to say "what took you so long".
The prosperity part is in the same sack with the thrill of shopping the Good Will outlet's 75 cent bin, and a hang nail to the phrase 'ask and it is given'.
Prosperity is different for everybody. It isn't tied down to money but it tickles envy when money is showing off. To own a poodle , it turns out, revealed some old keys to my current questions. The family that I most wanted to belong to (as in shopping for who I wanted to eventually become myself) when I was growing up, had poodles who were ambassadors of a classy kind of trapping -I don't remember them as lovable -one was elderly and quickly referred to in the past tense, and the other was on her way to the urn in the coat closet herself.
To own one for free confirmed the distance that it is possible for money to have from the real feeling of comfort with what one has.
I set out to obtain a Poodle with three requirements: I wanted a dog, not a puppy who could be let out without being on a leash -I am not a dog walker; one who was smart and would get whatever she needed to know on the first or second try; and one who would adore me.
It has only been 3 weeks and this 4 year old former denizen of a kennel with a brief stint in the house as a new mom, has learned to walk on a leash (and quickly to skip the leash and just follow me everywhere); pee outside (instead of in a run); go up and down steps (still a little leary of the open risers); and respond to her name.
She sits by my side in the studio, at the desk or in the kitchen, curls up beside me on the couch in the evening and doesn't get out of her bed in the morning until I do (get out of mine).
As if to prove the boundless nature of Love (while she is adoring me in abundance) she has plenty more to offer as she leans up against her new best man friend's leg when he is sitting at the fire place or curls up with him while he is reading in the early morning or watching TV at night. In return he picks her up, speaking to her sweetly and goes ga ga in the supermarket for any dog food that sounds like it came off a swanky steak house menu.
It took some doing to get back into the site for this adventure but now I think I'm set.
Ahhemm...throat clearing noises.
It takes some effort to decide what to write about. Complaining is out, political opinions are out. Oh I forgot this is about reporting the everyday wonders. Phew ! -a place to start.
I have a new dog. I am, in my friend Nancy's word a newpoodleowner.
I can call her my dog without fear that I am being neglectful of my partner's share in ownership because he was clear that he wanted no responsibility in this venture -in his defense he wants to simplify his life.
By-products (to use dog food lingo) of this recent acquisition have been at least threefold -nearly all of them unexpected -(can the dog food manufacturers say the same). First I had forgotten the unparalleled benefits of unconditonal pet love. Second, I find myself a living study of prosperity issues at the moment and trying to answer the question 'what is prosperity for me'? And third, (drum roll....) my husband is in love with the dog! The sidebar to that one is that I feel no compulsion to make him say it out loud. A full fledged 4th by-product is yet to come as I was just fiddling with the toolbar above this box -I will no doubt soon figure out how to insert a picture of Effie, my dog, into this blog before long.
The unconditional pet love began the day I went to Mt. Joy (the actual location of the breeder offering me a choice of desirable poodles) and saw a little (she's a mini) red dog that perfectly filled a wish I had repeated for years -"if only they would develop a dog who maintained puppy proportions in adulthood" -where had I been -they've been around for years? She bounded into the house at the invitation of the 80 year old man who with his 80 something wife were tossing in the poodle breeding towel in favor of a day when grooming and feeding etc. to an unknown but I'm sure reasonable number of man's curley best friends did not hang heavily in the air above their morning OJ. She readily submitted to being picked up into my lap and a half hour later curled up in the seat of her very first ride as if to say "what took you so long".
The prosperity part is in the same sack with the thrill of shopping the Good Will outlet's 75 cent bin, and a hang nail to the phrase 'ask and it is given'.
Prosperity is different for everybody. It isn't tied down to money but it tickles envy when money is showing off. To own a poodle , it turns out, revealed some old keys to my current questions. The family that I most wanted to belong to (as in shopping for who I wanted to eventually become myself) when I was growing up, had poodles who were ambassadors of a classy kind of trapping -I don't remember them as lovable -one was elderly and quickly referred to in the past tense, and the other was on her way to the urn in the coat closet herself.
To own one for free confirmed the distance that it is possible for money to have from the real feeling of comfort with what one has.
I set out to obtain a Poodle with three requirements: I wanted a dog, not a puppy who could be let out without being on a leash -I am not a dog walker; one who was smart and would get whatever she needed to know on the first or second try; and one who would adore me.
It has only been 3 weeks and this 4 year old former denizen of a kennel with a brief stint in the house as a new mom, has learned to walk on a leash (and quickly to skip the leash and just follow me everywhere); pee outside (instead of in a run); go up and down steps (still a little leary of the open risers); and respond to her name.
She sits by my side in the studio, at the desk or in the kitchen, curls up beside me on the couch in the evening and doesn't get out of her bed in the morning until I do (get out of mine).
As if to prove the boundless nature of Love (while she is adoring me in abundance) she has plenty more to offer as she leans up against her new best man friend's leg when he is sitting at the fire place or curls up with him while he is reading in the early morning or watching TV at night. In return he picks her up, speaking to her sweetly and goes ga ga in the supermarket for any dog food that sounds like it came off a swanky steak house menu.
posted by cara graver at 11:03 AM
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