When I wrote my last post, I had no thought - NONE - that I would be the owner of a new puppy today. It certainly was not in my plans.
Our four-year old grand daughter came for a weekend visit. One of her usual 'must do' agenda items includes a trip to the pet store to see the fish, rabbits, ferrets, guinea pigs, mice, snakes, hermit crabs, and of course, puppies. After dinner at her favorite Mexican restaurant and a quick trip to Target, we headed home, but she quickly reminded us about our promised visit to the pet store.
Needless to say, we feel in love - not with a hermit crab. Ironically, our grand daughter wanted a gold fish. My husband and I both knew we had found the only dog that could possibly fill the void left in our hearts by the loss of our seventeen-year old golden retriever, Elliott. After more than a year without a dog, we had decided life was easier without a pet to worry with.
We left the store without a puppy or gold fish. However, within a few hours - only forty-five minutes before the store closed, my husband had returned to purchase our puppy.
He makes us smile.
Remy - our eight-week old 'cream' golden retriever. He's going to be a BIG boy when he's grown.
Growing up, there was no question about pets in the house or on furniture - it was absolutely not allowed. And my parents continue to run a pretty tight ship with their dog. Their old lab has the privilege to live in the house, but she knows to walk a careful path throughout the house, making sure a paw never touches a rug - she makes even a wider swath when she walks close to any piece of furniture. She (Annie) has an assigned rug for day naps, and a fluffy bed in the bedroom for night sleeping. She has a basket for her toys, and on command, gathers her stuffed toys and balls, and places them in the basket. Annie is well trained and disciplined dog.
On the other hand, pets seem to run-a-muck at my house, and in my yard. I can't remember if we started out with training rules or if we simply just created our unruly brood by failing to instill rules during a training period. I guess it really doesn't matter at this point - both dogs died last year (golden retriever 17 and brittney spaniel 16), and the cat is too old, too fat, and to lazy to attempt to teach.
After coming across what seemed to be the 4000th or so post on someone’s blog starting with “I’m sorry I haven’t posted in awhile.” I decided it is time to rethink what makes a good blog and the expectations that have come to be part of it. I am thinking that no one should utter those words again . . .and with that thought I give you Blogging Without Obligation. If you feel the same way feel free to grab the logo, make a logo or whatever you would like to do! Because you shouldn’t have to look at your blog like it is a treadmill.
Because its okay to just say what you have to say. If that makes for a long post, fine. Short post, fine. Frequent post, fine. Infrequent post, fine.
Because its okay to not always be enthralled with the sound of your own typing.
Because sometimes less is more.
Because only blogging when you feel truly inspired keeps up the integrity of your blog.
Because they are probably not going to inscribe your stat, link and comment numbers on your tombstone.
Because for most of us blogging is just a hobby. A way to express yourself and connect with others. You should not have to apologize for lapses in posts. Just take a step back and enjoy life, not everything you do has to be “bloggable”.
Because if you blog without obligation you will naturally keep your blog around longer, because it won’t be a chore. Plus, just think you will be doing your part to eradicate post pollution. One post at a time. . .
I release all the logos, thoughts and words mentioned here about this concept into the public domain. Take the idea and run with it...or walk away... It is all good.
Found this in my inbox and it just seemed like something worth passing on.
Fable of the porcupine
It was the coldest winter ever - many animals died because of the cold. The porcupines, realizing the situation, decided to group together. This way they covered and protected themselves; but the quills of each one wounded their closest companions even though they gave off heat to each other. After a while they decided to distance themselves one from the other and they began to die, alone and frozen. So they had to make a choice: either accept the quills of their companions or disappear from the Earth. Wisely, they decided to go back to being together. This way they learned to live with the little wounds that were caused by the close relationship with their companion, but the most important part of it, was the heat that came from the others. This way they were able to survive.
Moral of the story: The best relationship is not the one that brings together perfect people, but the best is when each individual learns to live with the imperfections of others and can admire the other person's good qualities.
I'm a little late, but just as happy to say "Hello October!" According to my personal calendar, it is now officially fall - time to start planning holiday gathers, purchase the season's first apple cider, get my fire pit ready for roasting marshmallows, replace the ferns on my porch urns with mums, and to begin the Christmas shopping countdown. But first, I must say happy birthday to those welcomed to the world in October and lucky enough to have opals for a birthstone.
"The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." ~Margaret D. Nadauld
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