Baileys c.2013 bsm |
I was absolutely seething because some cheaters were allowed
to win at trivia....last Thursday. It’s not that it was just last Thursday; it
was many times before and will probably be many times after. This particular
host has shown that he really doesn’t care and will not enforce cheating. I
waste a lot of time and energy raging about it.
“Why?” You may ask. Because that means dirty, rotten
cheaters are eating our well-deserved meal!
I spent a longer part of the afternoon venting to my
boyfriend about it than I would have liked, threatening to hit “SEND” on the
blistering email I had written to the host's boss. One of many.
“Why don’t you be like Baileys?” my boyfriend asked. “She spent most of the morning fighting
off two pitt bulls at the dog park Saturday. Some other dogs were picking on
her. [Maybe they were playing, but it looked annoying to me.] You don’t see her
raging about it. She doesn’t dwell on things. She just comes home, trots around
with her pheasant and baby and is happy because she has a great life.”
He mimicked her walking around in pure bliss, like she does.
I thought about it. He was absolutely right, as usual.
Not that she didn’t give the two bullies a what-for at the
dog park. She doesn’t stuff her emotions. If we leave and don’t take her with
us, she just poops on the floor and calmly waits for us, then is really happy
to see us when we get back. [actually, she doesn’t do that as much anymore].
The point is she doesn’t sit and pout about how unfair she
thinks things are for her. She’s amazingly well-adjusted. She has plenty to
distrust people about. She had a pitiful past filled with abandonment. She
doesn’t let it shake her. As long as she has her “pack” [the three of us],
Baileys is confident that everything will be ok and she doesn’t let anything
get her down. Every day is a new day filled with fun and adventures.
c. 2014