In Life Too Often, It’s the Tail Waggin’ the Dog

100_0003 (2)I love the beat of Cody’s tail wagging against the floor, against the door, against the wall, against the bed he is lying on.  I’m not sure whether it will be Cody’s heart that gives out before his tail stops wagging.

Cody’s my 10 year old chocolate lab.  We’re kinda attached at the hips.  He goes to work with me every day.  He goes to work most days, I am out of town on business. I now have a ramp he uses to load up into the back of my SUV.  It is a ceremony.  He’s not fan of the trip up.  I’ve employed what is best to describe as a soft suitcase I wrap him in, to coax him up the ramp.  He’s frantic, so there’s always a treat waiting for him.  Upon arrival, and his descent, he reminds me of an arriving dignitary, including the obligatory pause for photo ops, before his parade trip down the ramp.

Cody knows when it’s time to go to work.  He knows when it is time for his 10 and 4 o’clock walks.  He knows he goes to North Park in the AM and he knows he tours the office park in the afternoon.

Most important he knows when it is time to go home.  Dinner!

If you ask him to change his routine, you meet with the stubbornness of a 100+ lb. dog, who knows who’s in charge.

He knows when the UPS truck arrives.  He knows the drivers.  He knows whether to expect a biscuit or a good rub.  The drivers know him, too.  After all, “What can brown do for you?”

You might say Cody has it made.  Even before you see his beds at home or the leather sofa he spends an increasing amount of time on at the office, but there’s a point to all this dribble. So bear with me.

Cody’s hips are giving in to father time, so he’s getting laser to strengthen his shoulders and flanks.  If it works for him, I’m next in line.

Cody now goes to bed before Terri and I do.  Both of us cracked a smile and laughed the first time he left us to head for bed.  Now we know Cody has more common sense than we do.

A former neighboring business owner had a 10 year old white lab named Jack.  Like Cody, he came to work with his owners each day.  Jack died suddenly.  We were commiserating when Jack’s owner said to me, “give Cody a good back scratch for Jack.”

When I scramble to meet a deadline, decry the political theatre, grouse over a lost order or worry about where the next dollar is coming from, all I have to do is look to my friend.  He’s most often at my feet.

I am reminded.  I have so much to live for, why not make things right in this messed up world?  The solution?

Everyone should get a good tummy rub and a nice back scratch every day.  Cody does.

Hold Me in Your Heart

CaptureWhen I write,

Words may be erased.

When I speak,

Words may be forgotten.

When I hold you in my heart,

We may share an eternity.

 

What is Romance?

Romance makes it easy to turn,
Labor into love.
My heart still beats for passion
Still quickens for romance.
Romance, you are the one!
You are the one who has shared my many moments of silence.
You have endured, lovingly.
If I have conquered,
You have laid victory at my feet.
I have raised my glass to success,
I have tasted your lips.
And you have raised me from defeat.
You are the knowing eyes that lay me to sleep.
You are the million dollar smile that awakens me.
You are my love. I miss you now!
Romance, you are the only one.
Always!

Best friends!

Man’s best friend!

Cody Bear

Cody Bear

The expression can truly be a misnomer because it works both ways.  In my case, Cody is my best friend.  I’m not mincing words.  Everyone knows he’s the guy.   There’s no competition.

I’m not picking up anyone else’s poop.  I won’t give anyone else a bath, at least not with flea and tick shampoo.  If you’re nudging me with your cold nose and you’re asking me to get up in the middle of the night to take you out so you can pee in my back yard, what are the chances I’m OK with that?  Only for my man Cody Bear.

What are best friends?  I have to believe best friends will do just about anything for you.  They aren’t going to pick up your poop, but they are willing to change your diapers and clean up after you.

I’m saying, they will drag your ass out of bar when you are being booed for singing karaoke.

They will refuse to loan you money when they know you’re throwing good money after bad.

They are your best friends in the first place because they share your “bucket list”.

Best friends will give you grief, let you grieve, and they will be there when you are ready to let go.

There is no such thing as fair weather friends.  Friends are friends or they are suspects.  It’s not their decision to make.  Friends are friends until you decide otherwise.  You can take them or leave them.

What’s wrong with having sometime friends?  That is the key to friendships.   If you decide a friend is no longer a friend, is he still someone else’s friend?

Why can’t you have a friend that likes a part of you?  Friends may like some of what you do, some of who you are; but not all of you.  So what?

You have to be a saint to be everyone’s best friend so why not just be a friend to anyone who wishes to enjoy your company?  It’s not mutually exclusive.  I have friends I have offended, at least in some respects.  They may have even been offended by some of my other of my friends.

How many of you hang out with someone else’s friends for a friend’s sake?  That’s a good friend!

Cody Bear, “Bear” being the operative word, is a saint.  Bears forage for food heavily throughout the Summer and Fall months so they can hibernate throughout Winter.  They survive until Spring on the fat they have stored.

Unfortunately Cody, my Chocolate Lab has exceeded his quota and he doesn’t hibernate, choosing to forage throughout the Winter months, as well.  Before you jump to any conclusions, he is fed two measured cups of dry all natural, gluten free food each day with a rawhide chew for dessert and a small treat each time he does his business.  So think thyroid problem.

We treat him for that, too, but the medication makes him hyperactive and if you knew Cody, hyperactive means heavy breathing.  “This dog don’t hunt”!  He’s not jumping through burning hoops or running in circles chasing his tail.  A fifteen minute walk/sniffathon is enough to drive a patient man to the brink and Cody to barely avoid the 911 call for an EMT.

All that said, the Bear and I are soul mates.  If I want Cody to lose some weight all I have to do is leave town.  I can pull out the suitcase and just watch him go into a tailspin.  It’s to the point I pack in the dark, when he’s not around; carry my roller bag so he can’t hear me roll for my exit.

I will be home soon my friend!

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