Change is Harder than moving Hands on a Clock

Last week, I wrote about small circles of change. And I have been working hard at putting that principle to work in my life.  However, this message became very clear to me this morning via an unlikely source….my dogs.

Time changed over the weekend! For most parts of the United States we changed our clocks on Saturday Night to go from Daylight Savings Time back to standard time. This time of year we “Fall Back” Which means we get to do things an hour later.

Except my DOGS, who are VERY accurate at time telling, don’t use clocks!

They are blissfully unaware that when they wake everyone up at the usual 7:00am time that they are really waking up an hour earlier. Breakfast and supper time did not change for them; they still think it should happen at the ‘usual time’ no matter what the clock says.


Wrigley's 'Do You Know What Time It Is?' Look

We, the humans, try to make the change easier by shifting the time a little each day until we have convinced them, the canine units, to eat and wake on a ‘new schedule’.

It occurred to me this morning as I was grumbling about being “awake an hour early” that as humans we often expect change to be automatic.

We start a diet – and immediately start to weigh ourselves to see the change.

We begin and exercise program – and immediately think we should feel better.

We begin to practice playing an instrument – and expect to play Mozart.

And on and on and on…….

Change is hard!

I am still creating small circles of change and defending them. I’ve  just added in a new one (getting the dogs to change their ‘tummy clocks’).

What about you?

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My Dog ate a Sock and All I got was a Vet Bill

For years I have heard of people whose dog ate weird things. Some of them ate those things over and over. I judged those people. I thought – HOW could that happen? Can you not pick up? Should you even have a dog? BAD PARENTS (shaking finger) Bad Bad parents!

And then, it happened to me!

I have no doubt people are thinking – HOW could that happen? Can you not pick up? Should you even have a dog? BAD PARENTS (shaking finger) Bad Bad parents!

I am there with you!

Marshall sleeping in my arms

The first time Marshall ‘ate something’ and it turned out to be a sock, we decided Diane at DogTrain might be right and he needed to be crated except when we were ‘eyes on dog’. After the second ‘returned sock’ we started diligently blocking Marshall from the bedrooms during his ‘free time’ because he is both fast and stealth (that’s no hoodie ninja – it’s a sock ninja). After the third sock, we started to put our socks in a special place (out of doggie reach, or so we thought). After the fourth (and I am DETERMINED it’s the last) sock, Marshall will be fitted with a basket muzzle!

Since Marshall has been a part of my life, I have spent more on X-Rays than I have in the previous 25 years of being under Dalmatian ownership – COMBINED! I’ve NEVER had a dog eat weird things (OK, there was the incident where Wrigley ate a plush toy on Christmas Eve, but we saw it happen and immediately peroxided it out of him). Just in case you’re not up to date with ALL the details of my life, Marshall arrived in my life late in March 2011 (yep, barely a year ago).

Tonight as I was lying awake trying to figure out how I can pay the veterinarians bill for the sockectomy; I tried to find a life lesson in this whole experience. I needed to take something away from this experience (something more than a bill I can’t pay) and it came to me by way of an ancient proverb – “Do not judge your friend until you stand in his place”. In actuality, judging others is part of life. It is something neither you nor I can escape – no matter how many times we vow we won’t – You’ll do it. I’ll do it!

I think the key is to judge with compassion.

Here is something I have been trying recently. When I am in a situation where I want to rain down judgment on someone, I try to stop and imagine a time when I may have behaved as they did (i.e. I try to remember when I was in their shoes). Perhaps I spoke too sharply. Maybe I acted badly. Possibly I took my bad day out on an innocent by-stander. Or I carried my irritation from one encounter to a totally different situation. If I can successfully insert myself into the other person’s shoes, it is amazing how compassionate I can become! Since, I can always find a way to forgive and justify my actions.

Try it! You might be surprised at the outcome.


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Saturday Night Shrimp Boil

It seems like the summer has flown by and I took very little time for my camera. I hope that fall will offer an opportunity to spend more time really relaxing and therefore playing with my camera.

Last night I attended a shrimp boil. Although I was without my camera, I did spend some time playing with the various settings on my phones camera.

Hope you enjoy the results.

Arlo by Firelight

Charlie in the Window

The Allure of Fire


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Love me? Love my dog!

I’ve been a dog lover my entire life. I cannot recall a time before I loved dogs! Growing up my parents believed dogs were outside creatures. As an adult, I do not! My dog is my child, my companion, my confidant and my friend.


I can not imagine living without the total and unconditional love and affection of a dog. It has even become unimaginable to go to the bathroom alone. I need those 75lbs to hold my undies to the floor J


If you’ve never experienced the love of a dog, the unquestioning adoration, admiration, and devotion; I feel extreme sadness for you. So the next time you visit my home please ignore the dog hair, the nose prints on the windows, or the whips from a waggin tail. This is their home, you’re just passing through.

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