I have a confession to make. I’m not a very good mum. In fact I’m neglectful, thoughtless and sometimes I wonder how I could possibly deserve the awesomeness in my life.
How else can I explain leaving Harry in the car overnight, for thirteen hours?What sort of person takes their son for a driving lesson at 5pm in the evening, with their dog in the back seat, excited at yet another outing (the dog, not me!) and then forgets about them? Totally.
I mean, for the rest of the night. I just didn’t notice that he wasn’t around.
In my defence, we had lots on our mind. We were super busy sorting out important finance stuff and other things took priority but … yeah, I know, I can hear the recriminating “that’s no excuse”.
My son fed him dinner in his bowl as usual, but Harry doesn’t always come when called and he eats when he wants to eat. Food’s not a high priority. I sometimes wonder whether he’s a real dog or not.
You have to understand. Harry’s not the most alpha dog in the world, he rarely barks (unless he’s playing with his mate across the road Chuckles). He makes more noise when he’s dreaming than when he’s awake, wooing and growling in his sleep.
He’s as relaxed and undemanding as they come and unless he wants something he’s usually on his back.
When we went to bed we wondered why we hadn’t seen him but assumed he was either in my son’s room, supervising him as he did his homework, or doing his sloth imitation, asleep somewhere in his favourite, albeit undignified position.
Clearly he was sleeping, but unbeknown to us, it was in the car.
If only Harry was a bit more vocal we might have heard him. But that’s not him. He’s a bit of an ‘old soul’ with his big brown teddy bear eyes and scraggy scruffy coat.
He came into our life eleven years ago as a rescue dog with a few issues but fundamentally a softie.
He loves his walks, his car trips and head scruffs and, like all dogs, is unconditionally loving and accepting. He’s happy with whatever life throws at him.
He probably has no concept of time too, which is just as well.
Can you imagine how excited he was when the penny dropped the following morning and I ran out to the car (in pitch blackness in my nightie!) to let him out? He thought all his Christmas’s had come at once.
Is anyone willing to confess to anything like this or am I the only neglectful parent around here?
Oh well, on the bright side, he probably feels as though he’s had a night out. He had total dominion over my car and if dogs could drive who knows where he might have ended up. Still, his night in the lock up was over.
Imagine if dogs could talk. I wonder what they’d say. Maybe …
Be patient. Things always work out for the best in the end.
It’s okay. Don’t hold a grudge. Life’s too short to worry about the petty things.
Chill out, relax and don’t stress so much. Stop being so hard on yourself.
Hey, I’m me, like it or not, don’t judge. Life’s so much easier when we’re not pretending to be something we’re not.
Live in the moment. There’s nothing like smelling the roses and feeling the wind in your face (or having a night alone in a car.)
Every day’s a good day. Doesn’t matter if we’re doing the same old stuff every day. It’s simply awesome to be alive.
Dogs know how to make the most of every opportunity.
Maybe they’re simply hanging out for their next road trip. I can definitely relate to that!
Here’s to taking a lead from our four legged friends, being kind to ourselves and not taking life too seriously. Everything always works out.
Here’s to loving life and enjoying the journey with eyes wide open.
In light, love and laughter
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