All Troubles Deserve The Number 1 Solution
Luky has an interesting, probably uniquely canine, way of avoiding the troubling issues of the day. More and more I find it quite enviable.
Certainly, any dog partner (forgive me if I've ever characterized myself as a "dog owner" prior to this - I'll have to get into the ridiculousness of calling relations like this "ownership" at a later date) will recognize what I'm describing. It's the seemingly very thoughtful process of smelling an acre or two at a time, and usually by a genuinely organized-looking methodology, and then systematically replacing bad smells (i.e., the scent of another dog's urine) with his own fragrant ambrosia.
In the first place, there are so many things today that get us into debate . . . politics, economic pressures, injustice, truth, war, natural disasters, undercoat shedding, biscuit bowl depletion . . . it's just one tough discussion after another. Well, when we get really on edge he will abruptly request a walk.
So we go out. We walk to a nearby dog-friendly park where I'm resigned to standing and waiting under the stars, or the Sun, under the trees, in the breeze, whatever the conditions are while Luky engages his search protocol.
If I weren't suspicious of his ability to assign symbols I'd say he was definitely attributing problems of the world to different spots and smells in the grass. He goes about eradicating all his demons, one scent at a time, with a deftly repeated slight cock of a hind leg.
There does come a moment when, regardless of where he is in the process, he just stops. All of a sudden he looks up and starts trotting over to me looking for a treat and fully prepared to return to the loft and turn on the TV and ignore everything, and everyone, else - no matter how vital and immediate I might consider some issues to be. I know what has happened. His reservoir is empty. He has literally urinated on every smelly issue he can personally deal with - his mind is clear and the rest will simply have to wait.
It's at those moments when I think almost everything about his approach to life is better than mine. I wonder what would happen if the next time I get angry I just go outside and piss on the world. Some who know me might consider it a highly preferable strategy, and I'm pretty sure it would relieve some of my pressure as well!
Certainly, any dog partner (forgive me if I've ever characterized myself as a "dog owner" prior to this - I'll have to get into the ridiculousness of calling relations like this "ownership" at a later date) will recognize what I'm describing. It's the seemingly very thoughtful process of smelling an acre or two at a time, and usually by a genuinely organized-looking methodology, and then systematically replacing bad smells (i.e., the scent of another dog's urine) with his own fragrant ambrosia.
In the first place, there are so many things today that get us into debate . . . politics, economic pressures, injustice, truth, war, natural disasters, undercoat shedding, biscuit bowl depletion . . . it's just one tough discussion after another. Well, when we get really on edge he will abruptly request a walk.
So we go out. We walk to a nearby dog-friendly park where I'm resigned to standing and waiting under the stars, or the Sun, under the trees, in the breeze, whatever the conditions are while Luky engages his search protocol.
If I weren't suspicious of his ability to assign symbols I'd say he was definitely attributing problems of the world to different spots and smells in the grass. He goes about eradicating all his demons, one scent at a time, with a deftly repeated slight cock of a hind leg.
There does come a moment when, regardless of where he is in the process, he just stops. All of a sudden he looks up and starts trotting over to me looking for a treat and fully prepared to return to the loft and turn on the TV and ignore everything, and everyone, else - no matter how vital and immediate I might consider some issues to be. I know what has happened. His reservoir is empty. He has literally urinated on every smelly issue he can personally deal with - his mind is clear and the rest will simply have to wait.
It's at those moments when I think almost everything about his approach to life is better than mine. I wonder what would happen if the next time I get angry I just go outside and piss on the world. Some who know me might consider it a highly preferable strategy, and I'm pretty sure it would relieve some of my pressure as well!
posted by RAM at 10:50 AM
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