The silent victims of recent lifestyle changes have been our dogs, Rufus and Gertie. Parenting takes some much of our time and energy that they've been left to spend most of their time with each other. Now fortunately for everyone involved, they love each other and play all the time. But my heart breaks regularly when I let them out without getting a chance to spend any time with them.
Now, if this was me, I would more than likely hold a grudge and pout. But not Rufus and Gertie. They still treat me like its Christmas morning each time they see me. They bounce and wag and lick like they haven't seen me in days. And I feel loved (and a little guilty).
Is it simply canine disconnect, or am I capable of this loving reflex? I would love to see [insert something] and overflow with joy and excitement. Moreover, I'd like to see [whatever] and be authentically moved in response to my encounter.
While responding to this kind of reception is natural, I am now resolute to be the origin of such joy. (Actually the conduit of the joy, but that didn't line up with the rest of what I had been saying.)
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