Lambiedog

Balance

I've had my head buried in my work.

But I still try to take time to smell the roses.   

Heroes, the canine version

Sometimes I dream about what might have been.

What if I had been a mutant dog born with opposable thumbs?

It would present amazing opportunities, but also...a choice of whether to use my abilities for good or evil.

I could get up early to grind the coffee beans and prepare coffee for my family.  Or I could get up early to do some cat burgling, using those opposable thumbs to break into local residences.

I like to think that I would use my abilities for good.

But ultimately, one never knows until he is tested.

A simple rubric

There's a group of men and their dogs who regularly walk along the bluffs together on Saturday mornings. As I approached one of those dogs last weekend, his owner warned, "He doesn't like to be sniffed."

Such a simple articulation;  such a profound truth:  Some of us like to be sniffed, and some of us don't. 

Respect those differences, and world peace will be within our ambit.  

Can't we all just get along?