August to October

I know that August to October is a huge gap in writing this blog.  In the process of getting married, getting a house ready for sale, doing a guest spot in Tucson, getting my life placed into a POD, deciding what goes and what stays in order to stage the house, replacing carpeting and flooring,  putting in new blinds, moving into a temporary house and then into this wonderful place – life has been busy.

Having come from a family of complainers, it is really hard to remember that I am living a dream.  I want to complain about not having this house in perfect order, all of my “good” treasurers are still staged in the other house, my crafts are not set up properly, I can’t find… and on the list goes. 

The truth of my life is that I am married to a dream man.  He packed up my library of nearly 2,000 books and refrained from calling me a “hoarder” in the process.  He has repaired, painted, fixed, pruned, mowed, and done all of the stuff that is needed with a smile and with an attitude that I have to stand back and admire.

I am living my dream.  My life is perfect.  I cannot think of one thing that I would change.  In the process of writing this, I am reminded that Life shows up the way I expect it to and that I put all of this into mind well over a year ago and I am now reaping the harvest of those thoughts. 

Now it is time to think more feel good thoughts to put into feel good actions.  This is my life and I am so grateful for the blessings I reap every day. 

Unconscious Pet Owners

I had an experience of meeting someone new who had recently adopted a pet the size of a small horse – a Great Dane.  This dog was a mature, full sized, mammoth with no manners or discipline.

There isn’t anything I detest more than a dog that snuffles crotches.  Maybe even owners who let them get away with it thinking “isn’t it cute!”  After lifting it’s head, commanding “NO!” and turning away from it, I got attached from the rear, which is even more startling than a frontal attack. 

Needless to say, I about lost it.  I berated the animal in a firm, loud voice.  But the darling owner, was so busy talking, she didn’t even appear to notice what was going on.  How can people be so oblivious as to what is in front of their faces?

The whole experience left a sour taste in my mouth not only for the owner, but large dogs too.  I know dogs sniff to get a “feeling” or a “vibration” from people, but does it have to be crotches?  Training places teach “sniffing the hand,” which in my estimation is a lot more pleasant and civilized.

Is there a method of “training” unconscious or insensible owners, other than a baseball bat to the head?