Wednesday, August 17, 2011

When you’re playing in the park

            You must ask yourself, “Why am I here throwing a Frisbee to someone else’s dog?”  You have your own dog; a dog you won’t bring to the park because you’re embarrassed about his skin condition.  Your own dog is lying at home in his bed, dreaming of the day he will no longer need a weekly sheep dip while you are out gallivanting with strange canines.  But your own dog doesn’t understand just how brave you are.  He doesn’t realize you have the courage to go to the park with the Frisbee you bought with your own money, and take a chance. 
            You don’t know the dog in the park you’re playing with; you’ve never even met him.  For all you know the dog could catch the Frisbee in his mouth and run to his owner’s car, both of them laughing as they drive away.  And yet, there you are, flinging a disc in the direction of this furry hound of unknown character.  But guess what.  You have made a tremendous breakthrough.  You trust the dog to bring back the Frisbee so you can throw it again.  Or perhaps you trust the dog to bring it back so you can take it away from him while he whimpers and his attractive owner curses you as you walk away.
            If you’re not ready to trust any humans yet, that’s okay.  In fact, you’re wise to understand the potential for disaster.  As attractive as the dog’s owner may be, you are smart to be cautions.  Oh, sure, she might flutter her eyebrows at you and say all the right things but, the next day she could be chasing you out of her shower with an electric mixer.
            So who are you, Mr. Play in the Park with Other People’s Pooches?  Are you really the guy who is bold enough to take chances?  Or are you just pretending to be that guy because you are enthralled by the dog’s attractive owner with the fluttery eyebrows?  Who wouldn’t be?  Fluttery eyebrows are something you don’t see very often.  Personally, I prefer fluttery eyelashes, but to each his own.  If you want a girlfriend with a couple of wooly caterpillars above her peepers, that’s your business.  I’m not going to tell you what to do, just like I’m not going to tell you who you are.  I’m going to ask you who you are.  But me asking isn’t as good as you asking.  You have to keep asking yourself the tough question until you give the tough answer.  Remember; only you know the you that is really you.

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