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Life in the ‘Loco’ Lane

I’m hoping to be just like my dog, Loco, when I grow up. Not that I want to bark at strangers and follow myself around the house all day—just that I’d like to be as consistently happy as she always is.

From the moment I surface beneath my mound of blankets to hit the snooze button for the first time each morning, until I submerge again into the sandman’s shadows—she’s happy. And she’s not just ‘happy’ happy, she’s ecstatically thrilled about everything. If I get up from reading, a wagging tail propels her into spirals around my feet. Any sudden movement brings on a whole new carnival of contentment; a gala celebration.

If she goes outside she’s overjoyed. When she comes back in she tears up the floorboards with her enthusiasm. Even if she’s sound asleep and I slip quietly by, her tail—as if stirred by my overwhelming presence—wags at my passing. She’s no less enthusiastic about everything life has to offer than she was nearly a decade ago when she christened the threshold of every happy moment at the altars of our affection, with her wiggling wee bursting bladder.

Everything with her is as new as a freshly spanked baby’s bottom—she lives on the delivery ward of blessings about to be birthed; the cusp of perpetual penchant.

She’s the sound of an ice-cream truck on a sunny Saturday morning. She’s new furniture and old books, slapstick comedy, clowns and every happy thing you could conjure up.

If she were a drink she’d be champagne; if she could fly she’d alter the earth’s orbit. She lives life like it’s some huge pie eating contest—gobbling up all she can before time runs out.

And, it’s not as though she’s any stranger to hardship, either.

 

 Oh, the troubles she’s seen…

 

She just knows how to bounce back from it is all. She doesn’t know anything about letting circumstances keep her down.  

         

So, yeah—that’s pretty much the way I’d like to embrace the rest of my life. Living like it’s a walk in the park, because truthfully—sometimes it’s more like a walk down the plank.

And as much as we’d like them to be—trite and shallow canine comparisons, however clever—are not enough to keep some of the very sobering situations and circumstances from seeping inside and petrifying the very marrow of us.

We can’t always tear up the floorboards to the next adventure when the next adventure is another disappointment or letdown.  Sooner or later, exuberance buckles beneath the last straw. It’s not all that easy to wag your tail in that place, much less sit up and beg for more. But God doesn’t expect us to, either.  He promised to find us wherever we’ve been scattered to—bring us back, bind up our injuries and strengthen us.  That’s where I’ve been lately—getting all bandaged up and better.

I can’t help feeling more exuberant about life again, though I’m nowhere near altering the earth’s orbit yet. Some of those circumstances and situations are just as foreboding.

Still–I aspire to live life like my loco little dog–in a carnival of contentment; on the cusp of perpetual penchant–bouncing back from the brink like it was just a nasty old bath or something.

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9 responses

  1. SO CUTE! I miss my dog… I gave her away when I got married and moved. She was always so happy and her cuteness always cheered me up.

    January 23, 2011 at 8:11 pm

    • Oh, that’s too bad! Pets really do add a whole other dimension to our lives.

      January 23, 2011 at 9:16 pm

  2. What a sweetheart! She is so precious. It’s a dog life for me too. Love their enthusiasm, joy, and loyalty. Your words for your beloved pet are beautiful.

    January 23, 2011 at 8:51 pm

    • Thanks, Angelia. They sure do brighten up our lives. :)

      January 23, 2011 at 9:18 pm

      • Hmm… I revamped my blog over the weekend and decided to go back to my first gravatar theme–me with a camera (a more recent pic, though). But as I’m scrolling down I think it looks too similar to yours. I’ll have to re-think it…

        January 24, 2011 at 11:56 am

  3. Thanks for this wonderful post and pics! We have a wonderful eternally tail-wagging friend, too by the name of Princess – except she has a very SAAAAAD face – even when her wagging tail looks ready to lift her into the air like some weird helicopter!

    It would have been nice to respond to my dental ordeal the way your pup responds to life’s tribulations! Then I wouldn’t have felt compelled to make you queasy with my descriptions! Sorry! :-D

    January 23, 2011 at 9:11 pm

    • Haha! Then again, she’s never had any dental work done…

      January 23, 2011 at 9:19 pm

  4. Great shots. I wish I could be as happy and relaxed as our dogs – then again they have free housing, food, and they don’t have to go to work… ;-)

    January 24, 2011 at 11:38 am

    • Thanks for dropping in and commenting, Mike. You have a good point there–most of the time they’re pretty pampered, and that would probably make most of US miserable.

      January 24, 2011 at 11:57 am

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