I wasn’t my perky self today.
Maybe I’m not perky, but that’s my vision of myself. I strive to live up to it.
Today I was feeling blue.
A lot of drama going on with my relatives including health problems, relationship break-ups, worries about the future. I was thinking about all these when a colleague of mine popped in the door in my office.
“What’s new with you?” Agnes said.
“Oh, you know, the usual drama – health, romance, money,” I said.
“That’s nothing,” she said with a laugh. “In my family, I have people in prison, people that should be in prison, a daughter who’s running a muck, my dog is costing me a fortune in meds every month – I look at him and think, I should put wheels on him, he’s more expensive than a new car. Then there’s my husband with the implants in his mouth, except they can’t put them in until his mouth heals from the infection he has. I squeeze his cheeks and say, ‘That’s my new car in there.'”
Then she gave me a hug.
“Feel better now?” she said and walked out.
Hmm…I was feeling better after hearing what she has to live with.
Then the thought hit me. I made her feel better, too by giving her an opportunity to download her life for a moment.
Glad I could listen.
Calvin says, “Her attitude toward her dog stinks. We work our tails off being good companions. We devote ourselves to listening, to loving, to obeying you. Well, maybe not to obeying – hey, nobody’s perfect – and this is the thanks we get? Where’s the devotion back? I thought this was a lifetime commitment. From breeder to the grave, that sort of thing. I’m hurt. Truly hurt. This revelation is shocking. I expected better. And don’t try buttering me up by tossing me a bone or taking me for a walk to my favorite place where all the trash cans are. I’m offended. Does anybody out there want an opinionated beagle?”