“It’s a puppy. And it’s a boy. And it’s a livestock guardian dog. You can’t expect this to be easy. Male dogs are difficult to house train.”
“He’s driving me crazy. He shits everywhere. If I take my eye off of him for five minutes… I want to kill him.”
“Take him to the pound while he’s still cute and someone might want him, otherwise, train him. You have to take him out and walk him a couple times a day. A tired puppy is a happy puppy and a good puppy.”
“He just sits there.”
“You have to teach him to want to go with you. Take the other dogs.”
“It’s a pain.”
“I don’t know what to say then. A puppy is a 24/7 job but then they grow up and they’re your best friend.”
“Whatever you say.”
I’d been tuned out. OH well…
I’m wise now that I’m 65 and have lived through the puppyhood of several puppies. I’ve paid a lot of (dog) dues. But even so, no one can reap the benefit of my inestimable wisdom because THEY WON’T EFFIN’ LISTEN TO ME.
I was recently having lunch with a great woman, a good friend, some 19 years younger than I, her son’s a high school senior and she said, “Everything would be fine if he’d just LISTEN to me.”
The question is one man’s folly is another man’s sense. Years and years ago I was sitting at the break table in the school where I was teaching. One of my colleagues was talking to me about my aspirations to be a writer. “You’ll never make it,” he said. “It’s really difficult to get anything published. Most people don’t.”
I knew that already. How was it his business if I made it or not? Of course, I wanted to, but I also wanted to teach and I had to earn a living. I thought of writing as a destiny and teaching as the “here and now.”
But he went on. I thought, “A-ha, you are talking to yourself now.” I was up against the “If you don’t try you can’t fail” philosophy and I believe the opposite. Not trying is certain failure. And now that I’m a **famous writer, I know the big deal is writing, not “making it” and that’s NOT sour grapes. My half year of book promotion definitely taught me that.
One man’s folly is another man’s, uh, folly and often folly is the greatest wisdom.
Caveat: I don’t like The Beatles but I love this song. As for tarot, I’m not “into it” but I really love this card. There’s no one I’d rather be than a happy person on a precipice in the mountains with my dog and the sun on my back.
** Famous in my own mind, among my friends who love me and my one surviving aunt who’s read my books (the other hasn’t). I might be famous for my dogs. I think my dogs are cool with my fame, but they think it’s because of my awesome hunting skills because every day — twice — they have food. :O