We Laugh, We Cry

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It has come to my attention, yet once more, that the state of my life since adopting Chloe “dog diva extraordinaire” six years ago have brightened up stupendously. So much has she enriched, not only my life but the rest of my household, that to imagine waking up without her daily presence is just..well..unimaginable.

I can only conclude that this is the curse of having a pet that has become an entrenched part of the family, the agony of loss no different from that of losing a husband or child. We all dread the day of her passing because this will, for sure, leave an empty cavity in all our hearts.

Such short little lives our pets have to spend with us, and they spend most of it waiting for us to come home each day.
It is amazing how much love and laughter they bring into our lives and even how much closer we become with each other because of them.”
~ John Grogan

So for now, there is nothing to do but enjoy every living minute with the ones we love (be this human or dog). Take the time to laugh, to embrace and once in a while, enjoy the silence that company brings.

5 Random Facts About Chloe the Diva Dog

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1) Thinks she is human:
Although everyone can plainly see that she is of the canine family, she herself does not see it that way. Hence, when we humans sit down at the dinner table to partake in our food, Chloe the diva looks up at us with those judging eyes as if to ask, “human, where is my plate?!”

“Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen”
~Orhan Pamuk

2) Likes a tummy rub but LOVES a good scratch at the base where her tail starts:
This is when her eyes glazes over and she does this stupid tongue protruding thing…

“In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag”~
W.H. Auden

3) At sharp 6pm, she expects to be fed. Pronto..:
Otherwise, she will stare you down like a rattlesnake in heat..

“After years of having a dog, you know him. You know the meaning of his snuffs and grunts and barks. Every twitch of the ears is a question or statement, every wag of the tail is an exclamation” ~Robert McCammon

4) Loves a walk, hates getting wet:
When it starts to drizzle outside, Miss Diva will look towards to sky, look towards me, then runs to her bed. As if to say, “Human, how about YOU go for a walk…”

“It’s hard not to immediately fall in love witha dog who has a good sense of humor” ~Kate DiCamillo

5) Hates cats:
Need I say more?

Now, here’s 15 random facts about a human child I know who although is not as cute as the diva, can be pretty weird herself..

High on Lows

When The Bombs Went Off, I Died A Little Inside. Boston, Stay United…

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Every time I learn about tragedies which takes away innocent lives, be it the very young or the very old, I die a little inside.  My soul gets chipped away a bit at a time and I am left exhausted and depleted.  Perhaps it is the insanity of it all. Perhaps it is the waste of it all. Perhaps it is the pain of it all.  I am just doggone bone-tired from all the senselessness.  Today’s dispiriting account in the local publication talks about how a 8 year old victim of the Boston blast was waiting at the finish line hankering to lavish his running father with hugs and kisses only to become a victim of the explosion.  The little boy died.  In one split second, the family’s life narrative changed forever.  Another story reads how two brothers who were at the finish line cheering, applauding and supporting the contestants only to, minutes later, suffer the harrowing carnage of the bomb blast.  They both survived but lost their legs.  In the blink of an eye, these young men’s allegory changed forever.  Carlos Arrendondo who was handing out American flags at the event heartrendingly recounted, “There were so many people laying there begging me for help..But I only could help one at a time so I only just helped that young man”.  Mankind.  Human beings.  Society.  To say that humanity is utterly and completely flawed is like claiming that the sun is too orange and too calescent.  It is just illustrating the apothegmatic, the presupposed, and the accepted. When we look into the face of humanity, often times we see the ridges of time gone by.  We cannot help but notice the creases of countless failings and disappointments.  We cannot help but observe the scars of decimation we inflict on each other, noting the horror caused by destruction we ourselves precipitate.  The face of humanity is ugly.  The face of humanity is obnoxious.  The face of humanity is dour.  Mother Theresa once said,“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.”  Have we forgotten that we are accountable to one another?.  That together we are to stand in one accord?.  That we, as Mother Theresa affirms, belong to each other?.  Wistfully, long before the dust got to settle, humanity dismissed from its mind this sacred connection.  Just like the sun so flugid and titian, we have forgotten that the sun is also warm and vital to our existence. We take everything, anything and anyone for granted nowadays.  But I believe that in our hearts of hearts, in that very nook where God, our Creator murmurs intimately to us, here is where we can find that link, that knot, that nexus which unites one being to another.  Mahatma Gandhi quotes, “When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always”.  Hope. Faith. Love.  Hope in a better tomorrow.  Faith in each other.  Love unconditional despite everything.  I die a little inside but I also live a little stronger.  A little more resolute.  Resolute in my belief that humanity’s transfiguration is not invariable.  That change is coming.  It must.

“I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being abides,
from which I struggle not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling toward the horizon and the slow fires trailing from the abandoned camp-sites, over which the scavenger angels wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind,
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn.
I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered and I roamed through the wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice directed me:
-Live in the layers, not on the litter-
Though I lack the art to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written.
I am not done with my changes.” ~ Stanley Kunitz, The Collected Poems

Sorry Chloe, yours would have to wait another day…

Where Art Thou Humanity? Arise Pooch-ness!!

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It has come to my scrutiny that Chloe-the-dog has no qualms about being a dog.  As a matter of fact, she wears it like a badge on her white speckled breast.  Carries it like a banner proclaiming her pooch-ness.  She loves being a dog, is proud to be a dog and I reckon the reason why she gets such a high whenever she meets another dog is because of an insane desire to celebrate her doggy-ness.  Sure there are days when she tries to act human: sitting on the sofa, snoozing on my bed, taking a seat at the dinner table, insisting on a back rub, but normally she catches herself very quickly and snaps back into her fido-ness.  But what exactly is it that is so outstanding, so superb, so marvelous about being a dog?  Well, according to “Advantages of Being a Dog by R Holmes”,

  • You go through life naked and don’t get arrested
  • Your entire world is a bathroom
  • You have no bills or financial worries
  • You appreciate the moment, hardly ever think about the past and have no worries about the future
  • You give much more love than you receive
  • You do not have to worry about what other dogs think of you

Perhaps we can learn something from Chloe-the-dog.  Perhaps we should explore the whole concept of humanity.  Humanity can be described as all the people living in the world, a kind and sympathetic attitude towards other people especially those that are suffering, and the state of being human and of behaving and thinking in the same way as other people.  The irony of humanity in the 21st century is that we are distancing ourselves further and further away from what it means to be human.  In our vigor to be different and unique, we distance ourselves far-off from each other.  In our brilliance to create and innovate, we blind ourselves to the broadening chasm and disparity between the ridiculously rich and miserably poor.  And the more modernized and avant-garde society becomes, the less and less we empathize and want to be like minded.   

Perhaps all is still not lost.  Perhaps all it takes is for you and me to start by finding our purpose here on earth.  Perhaps we must stop complicating matters and just have more faith.  Perhaps we should laugh more, love heaps and hope always.  C Joybell C said, “There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human- in not having to be just happy or just sad- in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time.”

So, wear your humanness like a badge and carry it like a banner because just like Chloe-the-dog, we do have a purpose..

In Your Love I Am Found

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Running through tall grass face smiling aglow,

The wind caresses my fur to the world my love bestow,

To love much and to love deep now and forever,

To serve you and protect you I will endeavor,

Damp noses, butterfly kisses and always wet licks,

I will be silly for you and display to you my tricks,

But for now I will lay on the soft pillow sleep,

As I dream prayers to God that His grace you will keep,

That my love for you grow and affection abounds,

You’re my master my human and in your care I am found.

Forever Yours,

Chloe

Unconditionally Yours at 4am

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It has come to my attention that Chloe-the-dog aka Diva pooch, knows and believes that her owner really, really loves her.  That no matter how many times she breaks into the garbage bags, the owner would still forgive her.  That no matter how many TV remote she chews, the owner would still kiss her at night.  Chloe-the-dog understands and is confident that no matter what time she chooses to bark at night or in the wee hours of the morning, her human owner will arise from bed, will trudge downstairs and will open the door for her.  That no matter how many times this method or procedure repeats itself, the human owner will still alight and will still let her out.  From the owner’s point of view, it is better to suffer from lack of sleep than having to clean up a mess on the carpet in the morning.  From a diva-dog’s point of view, nothing can beat the recognition that her owner loves her enough to care. To care that she needs to potty. To care that she needs to bark at the moon. To care that the neighbor next door is at it again and needs to be woofed at. **Fortunately for the owner, this systematic conditioning of sorts does not occur too often because Chloe-the-dog knows that by appearing too enthusiastic in a frequent and regulated order is to risk being locked outside. Permanently..

Perhaps it is worth taking the time to ask ourselves,” Who loves me unconditionally?”. Stephen Kendrick in his book, The Love Dare, said “The only way love can last a lifetime is if its unconditional. The truth is this: love is not determined by the one being loved but rather by the one choosing to love.”  Perhaps in acknowledging those that loves us we in turn can begin to become conscious of our own capacity to bring goodness into this world.  Perhaps by upholding that special person or people, we become aware of the intrinsic value of life and realize the sacredness of our God-given ability to love unconditionally back. 

I need to ring my mummy….