Friday, April 30, 2010


Today’s blog is meant to be fun and to get folks thinking.

Those who follow along are keenly aware that I’m a big animal lover. Always have been. Just the way I’m wired. And I think that’s a good thing.

As an animal lover, I’ve always been prone to assign voices to animals I come in contact with. You know, I talk for them. Give voice to “their” thoughts. Or rather the thoughts I believe they’re having due to the expressions on their faces or the way they behave.

Now I’m sure some of you are shaking your heads, wondering what’s wrong with me. And I’m completely fine with that. I embrace being different. But I’ll bet there are just as many reading this or who you’ll share this with others who are nodding their heads, saying, “Yeah, I do that, too. Who doesn’t?”

Well, now that we’ve established that we’re all a little crazy, in a healthy way, let’s take things a step further. Those of you who have children are well aware that the quickest way to learn something about another is to hang out with their kids for a bit. Children have the ability to spill all the dirt on a family in ten minutes or less. I swear it’s some kind of gift they have and a curse on all us parents.

For example, does daddy walk around the house naked? Jr. will be sure to spill the beans. Does mommy buy premade meals and try to pass them off as homemade? The kid will surely divulge your “secret.” Do the bedrooms in the house look like a tornado touched down, while the rest of the house is neat and orderly? Or do closets closely resemble archeological digs with things crammed into manmade strata, the door barely able to latch shut, while other parts of the house, the ones company sees, give the appearance that the homeowner is organized? Any of these sound familiar? Good, then you’ll love what’s coming next.

Since we’ve established that I talk for my animals, giving their thoughts voice, and have uncovered that some of the rest of you join me in this activity, let’s dig a bit deeper. Keeping in mind how a child will spill all family secrets in ten minutes or less, here’s an equally disturbing thought. Actually, it may be even more unsettling. Here we go.

If your dog could talk and was mad at you, what would he say?

Just about now, many of you probably have an endless stream of thoughts parading through your heads of all the things your furry four-legged friends have witnessed—that you let them witness—confident that they could never tell. But what if they could? Holy crap, could you imagine all the dirt they could dish up on us? I mean think of it. What has Fido seen? Heard? Smelled? Tasted? Touched? (Okay, I’m strictly going with the five senses here. Whatever you opt to plug into this is entirely up to you.)

Thinking yet? Has the brain kicked into high gear of things perhaps Fido shouldn’t have but was privy to? Like I said, today’s blog was meant to be fun and to get you to think. I came across this question about a year ago, and as a writer, I find myself pondering it often. So I thought I’d share. Hope you’ve enjoyed.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

There are times like today when I can’t begin to count my blessings for having dear friends. One, whom was with me in Atlantic City, knew just how trying that entire trip was for me and have texted back and forth with me ever since in an attempt to get my head screwed back on straight.

Now, I’m not sure about the rest of you, but I sometimes find it impossible to put my head back on straight when something’s really messed me up. And it’s times like those when, out of the blue, a needed friend will appear to help.

It’s rare for me to not pick myself up after getting continuously knocked down, but there are times. And the after effects of this Atlantic City trip robbed me of the energy to pick myself up again. Enter my friend. It was humbling how that person, although living in a different state, swept in and scooped my up to gently place me back on my feet.

That’s what a true friend does. They don’t need to be asked. Aren’t looking for accolades. They do it out of the truest devotion to another, one whom it hurts them to see torn apart. And that’s what this friend did.

Individually, we are both rather goofy, sarcastic and find it difficult to not crack jokes. Together…watch out! But we also realize instinctually when the other needs to be serious. And today was one of those days. So, hour after hour of our cross-texting one another passed. And as we neared the end of the day, my friend couldn’t help but slip in being silly. And what a breath of fresh air that was. Put a total different perspective on things. Not that wounds still don’t need time to heal, they do. But the silliness created a cathartic respite from having to deal with all that had transpired and the lasting impressions.

I’ve written before of how there are certain friends of mine whose voices I can “hear” when they write to me. This friend is one of those, and it was a joy to “hear” the laughter in their voice when they knew they’d accomplished what they’d set out to do—place me firmly on my feet.

To that friend, I say a heart-felt THANK YOU!!! You’re one in a million!