I used to meditate in my office. Now, I have Bama, my son’s dog. Upon rising, she demands affection. I’mallergic to her so I let her climb on the sofa so I can pet her. I was sitting on that same-year-old family room couch. I thought, “Why do I have to cover my couch because Bama now lives with me?!!!!” Why is Bama living her best life, andI have to altermine? Then I started to steam up thinking about stuff that works my last nerve. Yes…I said it! And Bama on my couch is one source of my daily frustration.(Now, sing all the words typed in bold Italics and you are singing my blues…all together now…)
Top left: Couch, Top right: Couch with MY pillows, Bottom: Her Highness, Bama, with HER cover
I love Bama. I just don’t like her. I have to drive this diva around, (she doesn’t like to go for walks). About walking. I try taking her to the park and of course, people want to pet Her Highness. Why does she growl? She can’t be sweet to a stranger once in a while?! I have to walk waaay on the other side of other folks for their safety.
Of course, we have to stop for playtime, buy her special treats, take her for grooming, to the vet. She’s not my dog!!!!! In the words of Danny Glover, “I’m too old for this s_ _ _!” Yes, she can be a sweetie, and I guess I can count my blessings for having what she needs, but doggone! I mean dog go onand take your owner with you!- (Another story).
Joy Juice
If I hadn’t been sitting with Bama on my couch giving thanks for my blessings and meditating, I would not have listened to Spirittell me to write about this stuff for you/me.
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