Yea, verily, it is the Year of the Dog. The Year of the Rooster is over. Now, it's Dr. Dog's time to howl. (Dr. Dog, by the way, was born during the Year of the Ox. That explains his plodding, patient style of life, maybe.)
To mark this auspicious occasion and this humbling honor, I will be observing it today by (A) finishing up a number of half-finished stories here at the office; (B) shoveling away about six inches of very wet snow that fell overnight--the topic of another blog in its embryonic stage; (C) watching a junior curling tournament this afternoon, while providing a cushion for my dozing wife at the very same time; (D) eating a pizza for supper, the main culinary event on Sundays around here; and (E) doing this and that at home in the evening. Or not.
And since this is the Year of the Dog, I wish to make the following resolutions:
| I will continue to try to learn new tricks. Learning is the stuff of life. I will proclaim cats as our friends and buddies. I will try not to chase my tail. It gets me nowhere. I will endeavor not to scratch myself there. I will do my business when I must and not make a show out it. I will keep my voice down and not bark to hear myself bark. Because the rest of you have something to say, too, and I can learn from that. I will treasure the time I spend with friends and will try to make more friends. I will not growl at anything not worth growling about. And when I growl, I won't make any bones about it. I will dance around excitedly when someone wants to play with me. I will sleep when I am tired. |
That is my agenda for this new year. So it is written. Arf.
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