Letting Go….

Letting Go….

Last night momma went to the store and picked out a wonderful bone for me. It was big and juicy and had pieces of marrow still clinging, lovingly, to the inside. I was excited, and so when she asked “MattieDog, are you ready?” and pulled it out of it’s plastic bag, careful to keep all the little bits of meat in tact, I let out a squeal of “Yes!” alerting the world to my joy! As soon as momma put the bone down in my bowl I grabbed it tight in my mouth & trotted out my doggy door. Me and my bone, my tail wagging big in the breeze, and I was happy.  First I went to our deck. It was safe, all dry and high above the ground. I could see everything and anyone that potentially came in to my yard.  But then I realized, “Yipes!” I can’t see behind me… so I twirled around and checked things out. But then I though, “Where’s my bone?” and jumped up on all fours and trotted back over to my bone. Holding my head up high and feeling pretty good, I strutted around for an hour or so, bone in and out of my mouth, sometimes getting chomped on, but more often than not just getting carried around. Momma would come out every now and then to check on me, tucking her blowing hair back under her hat. “You are less interested in your bone than you are with showing your ownership of that bone,” laughed momma. What? That’s crazy. But it made me think. Her words made me...

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