What Really Counts

Last night we had the most beautiful thunderstorms all night long.  I've always loved them but there was a furry little critter vibrating beside me, shaking in fear with every crack.  I wish I could instill my love for them into her so it wouldn't feel scary to her.  Instead, I just fold her in and keep her close and help her to ride it out.  As I listen to my kids get ready for school this morning, I recognize that this is one of the beauties of being connected to family.  It's a safe place always... to ride out any storm.  

We didn't get a lot of sleep last night, but I still find myself smiling.  She wakes up like sunshine every morning, no matter how bad the night has been.  I could learn a thing or two from that.:)  She has her own gallery... did you know?  It's right....  here.  Good morning, Sunshine!  

A person can learn a lot from a dog .... about living each day with unbridled exuberance and joy, about seizing the moment and following your heart. ...to appreciate the simple things - a walk in the woods, a fresh snowfall, a nap in a shaft of winter sunlight - and about friendship and selflessness and, above all else, unwavering loyalty.

A dog has no use for fancy cars or big homes or designer clothes. Status symbol means nothing to him. A waterlogged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn’t care if you are rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his. It was really quite simple, and yet we humans, so much wiser and more sophisticated, have always had trouble figuring out what really counts and what does not. As I wrote that column ... I realized it was all right there in front of us, if only we opened our eyes. Sometimes it took a dog with bad breath, worse manners, and pure intentions to help us see.
— John Grogan