Everyday my dog Fizz wakes up, stretches, and wags her tail. When I take her outside for a piddle she sniffs at all the same places with the same enthusiasm as she did the very first time. We come inside and it’s up onto the back of the couch, her tail wagging with excitement as I open each of the blinds and she views the same scene that she’s seen every morning for the past four or so years. Then it’s off to the kitchen. She grabs a squeaky toy and squeaks it happily as I fill her water and food dishes, and then every morning it’s the same thing, “eat slowly” I have to say, “chew”. I feed her the same kibble everyday, but her enthusiasm for it never dwindles. As I make my coffee she sits and watches me, looking for a smile or a pat, and if I oblige her, she grabs the squeaky toy once more, and bites onto it again and again expressing her joy. Sometimes it takes me quite awhile to make my coffee, but I don’t mind. Her eagerness to greet each day as something new and special amazes me, and on those days when I do take notice, I am grateful for the gift of joy that she brings into my life, each and everyday.Wednesday, November 12, 2008
How does she do it?
Everyday my dog Fizz wakes up, stretches, and wags her tail. When I take her outside for a piddle she sniffs at all the same places with the same enthusiasm as she did the very first time. We come inside and it’s up onto the back of the couch, her tail wagging with excitement as I open each of the blinds and she views the same scene that she’s seen every morning for the past four or so years. Then it’s off to the kitchen. She grabs a squeaky toy and squeaks it happily as I fill her water and food dishes, and then every morning it’s the same thing, “eat slowly” I have to say, “chew”. I feed her the same kibble everyday, but her enthusiasm for it never dwindles. As I make my coffee she sits and watches me, looking for a smile or a pat, and if I oblige her, she grabs the squeaky toy once more, and bites onto it again and again expressing her joy. Sometimes it takes me quite awhile to make my coffee, but I don’t mind. Her eagerness to greet each day as something new and special amazes me, and on those days when I do take notice, I am grateful for the gift of joy that she brings into my life, each and everyday.
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Fizz looks to be a lovely dog. Too share so much for so little is a enjoy in itself. We can learn so much from the creatures around us.
ReplyDeleteFrom the birds in the sky they fill with their song to the small ant that goes about it business.
They show us all that life is for living and enjoying.
Thank you for sharing Fizz with us, Dar.
Please give her a pat from me.
Best wishes, ((Hug))
Annie
She got a few extra that day. Thank-you Annie. :)
ReplyDeleteOh...she's lovely. Is she a Westie?
ReplyDeleteMy Fizz is a whippet cross and can run like the wind.
Isn't it great having a ''Fizz''.
Like you, my Fizz has brought so much pleasure to my life too.
She is 7 years old next so she's a middle aged lady in dog years and the greys are starting to show.
I got her from the rescue when she was 8 weeks old and they named her there.
I loved the name and kept it.
I have a little vid of her in action fending off some dude dog. I will go and search for it.
Pleased to meet you and your Fizz.
Smiles...
That repeated joy in the small things is something we can all learn from. I've found that if I choose to be grateful, I actually feel better. A doggie's joy in the moment is a great example of this!
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