Friday, January 25, 2008

In Which I Write About Puppies . . . But First

When I first created this blog I created a "Quote of the Week" feature. And then I didn't update it weekly. Okay. Not very committed of me but I am going to make a valiant effort to rectify that beginning today. Woohoo!
For real transformation to occur,
theory has to be applied through practice. Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche
The Joy of Living: Unlocking the Secret & Science of Happiness
I read this last night when this tick tick ticking noise invaded my dreams and I ended up dreaming about a time bomb tick tick ticking before it . . . well, I woke up. But I digress. So often I hear people talk about what they believe to be true. What I rarely hear is people putting what they believe into practice. Or worse, when they put it into practice and they feel less peace, fulfillment, joy, love, instead of questioning the theory they questions themselves, their faithlessness, their weakeness, their failure. On the other side are those people who are beautifully and wonderfully fulfilled in their lives as they apply what they believe--whether spiritual, emotional, psychological, etc.--to their lives. These are the people who live what they believe regardless and these are the people who attract by example, who are charismatic in the deepest sense of the word. And now I share a little puppy story. Romanov and Snowdoll were in the kitchen playing, hoping that I would let them go outside where it is cold and so much more fun than on the slippery kitchen floor.

Romanov lay down and pulled Snowdoll into a wrestling hold, which he does almost every time. She squirms her way out and immediately pounces back into the reach of his great big somewhat dirty paws.

When this is not enough to get Romanov to get up, Snowdoll goes away. Romanov, curious as to why she would leave him falls for it every time, gets up and soon she will return with a toy (this time a Rabbit) in her mouth.

Now she will taunt him with her toy, shoving it toward him, daring him to take it from her. But he likes to play it cool.

Then Romanov does what little boys do when they are playing with little girls; he goes to get his own toy and begins taunting her with his Duck.

Eventually the taunting ends because I surrender. Clearly I am not going to get any housework done with these two under my dizzy feet, especially when I only end up taking video of them with my camera phone. So I stop and we all go outside.

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