It’s a new year, a new decade, and I feel filled with hope for the future. Even though we drag our old problems past midnight into the next day, week, month and year, I feel as if 2010 brings a chance to start fresh.
For those who are following the dog saga, Chico is back in the kennel until I can find a shelter that will take him. I swear he’s sweet and lovable in normal times. If I’m sitting in my office and call him, he’ll come trotting in from wherever he is and rest his chin in my lap. He’s eager to please. But outside, he keeps jumping the fences, and he has proven that he can’t get along with other dogs. Last Tuesday, he went after a visiting dog and got both him and me with his teeth. We’ll both live, but it was scary. My old dog didn’t get along with other animals either, but she rarely met them face to face; we were able to control her whereabouts. Not so with Chico. He’s in exile, and Annie is with me. Enough on that subject.
We got a break from the rain today, and I can even see some blue sky up there. Around these parts, when the sun makes an appearance, we drop everything and go outside. Annie and I took a walk and played with her big stick–and proved that young knees work a lot better than aging ones. I’m working hard to train her more consistently so that her bully genes don’t cause any problems like the ones mentioned above.
Tonight I play the vigil Mass for the Epiphany–the Feast of the Three Kings. Once more through the Christmas songs. When I finished practicing this afternoon, I rocked out on some old 60s songs. Boy, it was fun. It’s a new year, and I’m ready to jam.
I’ve got my Christmas decorations down and my calendars up, and I’m ready for the new year. My resolutions? Just to get those things done that I kept putting off last year and to count my blessings instead of my injuries. How about you? Any resolutions?
Thanks for reading me this last year. We’ll venture into new territory each week, usually on Thursdays. I look forward to exploring my world with you.
Unleashed in Oregon 