Yeah, I know it's crazy...that I listen to dogs speak. And that they speak at all, especially to me. But hey, I am blessed with the gift.
So Charlie, my daughter's little rescued Pug, wanted me to pass along a thought to you all, in the hopes of spreading some love in these times of polarization (health care debate, war, economy, etc.)
In his words:
"Lighten up. Stop your bitchin. Look around. Show some love. Do something nice today.
When I was a baby, my first mom tied me up to a tree all day, and night, and left me to forage for scraps. I ended up eating anything and everything--from fallen acorns to bugs, grass, leaves, dirt, whatever. At the time, I didn't know I was being abused, or neglected. I just thought it was normal to be hungry and thirsty all of the time. Cold and alone too. As I grew tall and skinnier I started noticing sudden appearances of food--turns out a woman across a fence felt sorry for me and decided to bless me with some scraps when no one was looking. Funny, to this day, anytime any human throws anything I lunge for it out of habit. But if it hadn't been for the neighbor I am not sure I would've survived much longer, as my owner had decided long ago that I was better off chained and left to the elements.
Long story, but eventually she told her hair stylist that she just didn't know what to do with me given her daughter was allergic to me and that I was a nuisance. Ugly too--in her words. Luckily the girl she told the story to had a heart. And beyond that she was a person of action. She came over, took me away, bathed me and fed me, let me sleep inside (warm) and over time showed me that life off a chain was kind of cool. And the sudden attention and petting made me feel part of the family. I had no idea that this was the life of a dog. I had learned to assume it was a nasty life for all of us.
Now I am part of a family and have toys, a bed, relatives (4 bulldogs and 3 cats) and above all I have some security. I am loved and cared for. I don't have a lot but I am fed regularly, bathed more than I really like, and on occasion get a bone with peanut butter in it. I am happy. All because one person decided to do something. She didn't just campaign for doggy reform or chastise my original owner or sue anyone. She simply acted. I am forever grateful for that and love my new mom like no one else in the world.
Which leads me to my point: Watching humans, I have realized there are many with nothing, some with enough, and a few with a lot. I can see that those with nothing want more, those with some want more, and those with a lot want more too. Odd. What I don't understand is why those with a lot won't give something to those with nothing. I had nothing, in the beginning, and my mom came in and gave me a lot of what little she had. So it seems to me that those with a lot should not be complaining and wanting more but actually taking action and helping out those with less. Instead, all I see is a lot of talk. Hardly any action. I am confused.
Like Warren Buffet. Mom read that he's worth an estimated $62 billion. By my simple math skills I estimate that he could give away $61 billion and still be really, really rich. Right? Or millionaires. They could give away $100,000.00 and still live pretty well. Even folks who make $100,000.00 a year could give away 10% and still eat well, dress well, and go on vacation once in a while. So why is everyone looking around and seeing folks without and not doing anything?
If my mom had taken that approach I'd still be chained up in that back yard, in the rain and cold, foraging. But I'm not. Because a young lady gave me some of what little she had.
I may just be a little, funny looking dog but that seems pretty simple, and smart, to me. And 'right'! Giving a little away so that someone else can have a little security doesn't take a lot. Hint hint politicians, rich people, working people. Just do something. Make someones life better.
My grand-dad loves this quote. I like it too."
“To laugh often and much; To appreciate beauty; To find the best in others; To give of one’s self; To leave the world a better place; To have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived ----- This is to have succeeded.”
Thanks Charlie. I am proud of my daughter for doing, rather than just talking. For being kindhearted and proactive. And I am glad you're in my family and have a better life just because someone gave a little something something, of themselves and their money.
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