Unafraid

Cody is now on the other side. But he still talks to me. And has been insisting I continue his blog. And so I’ve agreed. Because what else can you do when your small black dog still loves you and that love feels as vibrant as ever? And when he inspires you and asks you sweetly every day, day after day, to share his messages?  And so, without further ado,  here is what he said this morning:

“What if you were unafraid?” asked Cody while I was making coffee.

“What do you mean?” I said. “Of what?”

He was immediately excited that I was listening, and so he quickly told what he meant:

“What if failure didn’t matter because there is no such thing? So instead of asking what you would do if you knew you could not fail, the question became ‘What would you do if you were unafraid? What would you do if failure didn’t matter because the possibility of it is non-existent –not because of some guaranteed definition of success but because there literally is no such thing?’

What would you do? What would stop you?

What if the only important thing is that we express ourselves? What then?”

“You mean like writing and publishing this blog?” I asked.

 

And then I could see that gleam in his eyes and sense his tail wagging wildly with delight.

And so, here it is. Thank you, Cody.

 

 

Spectacular Day

This yard where I live is the most spectacular yard ever in the history of yards.

And this day is the most spectacular, too. In the history of days. I ran inside to tell to Jane about it.

Jane says, “Today is Wednesday, Cody. What’s the big deal?”

“Seriously!?” I said, looking at her the way I do and dancing in tight circles near the treat closet. “Look at the light and the sky and the trees and the grass and everything. Smell the air, for a minute,” I said.“Besides, you know what? There’s no such thing as Wednesday,” I said.

“What do you mean? she said.

“That’s just a name you’re giving the day which really makes it way less than it really is. It makes you miss the whole thing. It’s like saying I’m a dog or you’re a person and leaving it at that. And then you forget to explore what’s really happening,” I told her in an almost out of breath kind of way. These things are urgent for her to know, but I forget that it takes a lot for me to say all that.

Cody Yard.jpg

Here’s what I mean, Jane thinks I might get bored in the same yard everyday or going for the same walk or eating the same food. But she’s wrong. Because you know why? Every minute is awesome. Every gasp of breath is fresh.

And that’s why there’s no such thing as Wednesday. Want me to explain? Okay.  It’s like this. Wednesday is an abstraction. Big word for a little dog, right? How about this one: reification.  Need to look it up? It’s okay.

Here’s the thing: I think I know why you like thinking it’s Wednesday even though it’s really not: It makes you feel better. It makes you feel like you’ve got a hold on this life thing. And I kind of get that. But really you’d feel better if you let go of thinking it was Wednesday and then maybe you’d see how spectacular today is.  Know what I mean? Try it. Just for, um, Wednesday?

 

 

Big Dog Bed

Here I am in a big dog bed.

Big Dog BedSee? I AM a big dog. Isn’t it the perfect size for me?

This is Jolly Shaw’s big dog bed. I’m visiting him because his Mom is in Florida so Jane I needed to keep him company.

Note to Jane: I think I need one of these beds at my house.

 

 

Greyhounds

John dreamt I was a greyhound. I looked just like me but I had long skinny legs and could run like the wind.

Wonder what that’s about? Maybe it’s the spirit of me.

Or, maybe John and I were both dreaming at the same time. And I was dreaming that I was running and he tapped into my dream and dreamt that I was running, too. Because, you know, John and I are connected. And so, our spirits can dance in dreamland together.

And maybe tonight I’ll dream that he is a greyhound. And then maybe we can ALL be greyhounds in dreamland. Want to!?

 

No Place Like Home

I was so happy to be home  I ran in tight little circles around the living room and practically jumped for joy when I saw Gus again, too. I don’t really do the jumping thing, but I kind of did on this particular occasion because I was so happy I couldn’t help it.

Jane said, “Cody, you always seem so eager to jump in the car, but home is absolutely your favorite place isn’t it?”

That’s when I explained it to her. I said, “Vacations are like going for a walk, but a little bit longer.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“They are great in both directions. But you know, sometimes we go away just so we can we can get to come home.”

“Oh,” she said. “Is that why you like to go on walks so much?”

“Well, that’s not the whole entire reason,” I said,” because walks are awesome all by themselves. But it’s very cool to get to come home because then we get to love where we are even more.”

“Wow,” she said. “That is pretty cool. I hadn’t thought about it that way.”

“Yeah, well, that’s why you have me,” I said.

And then we hung out in the house for a little while and just looked at everything with a little bit more awe.  And everything tasted sweeter, even the water in my water bowl. And we were happy. And extra grateful.

 

 

John

I  love John Roberts. He cooks fish on the grill and he gives me the fish skins.
He’s really gentle with me. I’ve been having trouble breathing and he calms me down. He’s the best. I love him, love him, love him!

 

cody on the couch with John

 

 

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

I’m on vacay at the beach. Therefore, I cleverly suggested that our traveling companion, Mouse, write a guest blog for me. However, no such blogs have been forthcoming.

Thus, I am now returning to my blog so as not to disappoint my faithful audience who have probably been wondering how I’m enjoying my vacation thus far.

I think I can sum it up as follows: Let sleeping dogs lie.

Let them lie in the sun. Let them lie on the couch. Let them lie on a pillow on a chair. Let them lie by the pool. Let then lie in bed until late in the morning. Is that not the very definition of vacation?

Meanwhile, John keeps cooking wonderful shrimp dishes. I stand nearby, wag my tale and stare longingly. So far, my patience and perseverance have proven worthwhile.

And despite the forecasts for rain, we’ve had none. Clouds, but no rain. And too many to see the sunset last night, but it’s still terrific to sit by the water and watch for it anyway.  It’s just gorgeous.

All is well.