Riding my high-horse...

So here I am riding my high-horse.

Yuppers.  Years of condemning people who don’t pick up after their dogs.  

I had my first hound in San Francisco where I would go out of my way, back to my loft to get a dog bag to pick up after my dog.  Yes, that was the one part of my life where I couldn’t be criticized.  I was fastidious in that arena.  I always had bags for me and anyone of my hundreds of neighbors. 

Fast forward to Arizona, past all the conversations with Ohio residents as I stood there with full dog bags hearing about how other owners don’t pick up after their dogs.  “ I agree, it sucks when dog owners don’t pick up after their dogs” but do you see my full dog bags?

Arizona, I live in a beautiful place.  But again here there are folks who don’t pick up after dogs.  Argh.  The guy with the great dane who I know has moved out because there are no longer giant piles in the green space in front of my apt.

Yup, good riddance to the guy who acted like he had his sh%t together.  He didn’t, and his dog was there to show us all how inadequate he was with his sh%it.

So here I am riding along on my high horse *priding* myself on my poop pickup disparaging recklessly those who don’t pick up after their dogs, only to realize that George! is dropping turds while I am not looking. 

Yes, he does his business and I from my high-horse pick it up.  But if I stop daydreaming for a minute I see he is dropping logs in the sidewalk.  Geroge!

The hound who has taught me fun, the hound that taught me life is to be lived in the minute, the gentle hound that stands solidly next to me when I put my shoes on to go for a walk, is asking me to get off my high horse and pay attention.

Dang nabbit.  It would be so easy if I was only talking about dog poops.  But no, I am talking about a wider world. George is dropping turds to remind me that while I may be picking up on the 'big things' I am missing the smaller picture.

So tonight when you kiss your loved ones goodnight, thank God that they have you, and are not looking for asylum or housed in a refugee camp. Thank God that your children are safe. Thank God.  Be grateful.  Don't look to put someone else down.  When I am threatened by someone else's success, I know that I am frustrated and not living up to my potential.  

I can’t promise to be aware at all times,  I try and fail.  But I hope that I am blessed with the opportunity to try and fail again until I can love truly love my neighbor as I might try to love myself.


Laura

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