So, I have to take Trip to the vet today for his rabies shot. Trip is our Boykin Spaniel. Trip is the result of my Pandemic Panic/Sadness. “Oh, this is so sad! We need happiness! We need distraction! Let’s get a third dog! Let’s get a puppy!” (maybe Covid went to my brain)
Our family adores Trip, despite his spicy personality, his arrogant sense of entitlement, and his noisy insistence of all of the attention in the room. No one outside of our family shares our adoration for Trip. No one at all. (even our other dogs are lukewarm to the idea of Trip) When the veterinarian’s assistant called me earlier this week to confirm his appointment, and I had to check my calendar because I thought that I had a conflict, she quickly stated, “Look, we can change it. It is really not a problem at all to change the appointment.” (she was probably combing the schedule for her day off)
Why do we sometimes adore the most obnoxious personalities alive? Are they a projection of everything that we wish we could say, but don’t? Do we sometimes wish we had the courage to be more audacious? Sometimes I think that we in the family all deeply cherish Trip because of his exclusive love and adoration for us. “He likes us and nobody else. Aren’t we special?”
My son’s girlfriend said that Trip reminds her of Animal from the Muppets. I think that Trip is a cross between Animal and Oscar the Grouch. Despite his faults, I begrudgingly admit that Trip owns a big piece of my heart. (and he guards it ferociously)
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Here is the question of the day from 3000 Questions About Me:
504. Do you talk to yourself?