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My Nemesis: The Smoke Alarm

Duff here. A while ago, Mom and I were having a peaceful morning. The Sun was shining. Birds were singing. A gentle Breeze was wafting in the trees. When suddenly: the Smoke Alarm erupted with that Abysmal Sound. You know: the Dratted Chirp, Chirp. And those high Pitched Tones? Hurt My delicate ears. Not unstuck at all.

I slid off the Sofa and Sidled over To Mom, asking Her to make It stop. Please. (She’s good at doing That.) The dilemma? Mom was on her way out the door to Walk with a Friend. What to do? She thought for a Moment, Then gathered Me up. Down the Stairs We went, proceeding over to the Car. She Popped me inside, then Closed the door. At first, I barked once. Then Twice. But quickly realized the problem was Gone. (And Yes, she fixed it before I came back Into Our abode.) Living unstuck.

How about You? Have You had a problem Intrude on Your peaceful Day? Then had It easily resolved? I say: Cultivate solving problems in Multiple Ways. You never know when One will work. Or not. But with a Variety to choose from? Freedom! At least, that’s been my experience. Live unstuck. #unstuck-living#smoke-alarms

Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the silent voice at the end of the day that says, “I will try again tomorrow.”

—Mary Anne Radmacher

Dead Ends

Duff here. Dead ends are discouraging. I was walking along in My Winter Wonderland, minding My Own Business. Playing with My Shadow. Running Circles around Mom. (Such fun To Do.) But then, It was Time to head back Inside. My Paws were cold. I could Warm up and be Ready for the Next Adventure. That’s living unstuck.

But first, there was a Big Road Block. I hit a Dead End. Seems that Someone had backed up Their truck, and what I thought was a Path was the Rut they Left behind. Drat! I stood there for a Moment, figuring out What My Next Move would be. Would I jump Across? Would I turn around? Would I wait for Mom to Pick Me up? (She does that Sometimes.) The Decision Drama ramped up. I quickly Backed Out and went on My Merry way. Living unstuck.

What about You? What do You do when You come to a Dead end? How do You figure out Your Choices? And How do You know which One is right For You? I say: It’s a Gut Feeling. Evaluate Your options. Then feel what’s Right. You’ll never go Wrong. I guarantee. For I don’t. Live unstuck. #unstuck-living#bypss-dead-ends

Dead-end roads don’t mean you’ve come to your end; just means you need to take a different detour.

—Anthony Liccione

Life is Like . . .

Life is like a series of commas, not periods.

—Unknown

Duff photoDuff here. Have you felt so that Life is totally confusing? Circumstances overwhelming? Can’t see Your way out? I have done that a Time or Two. And it’s not Fun. Everywhere I looked, it was Dreary. At times, I thought it Was Forever. I thought it was a Period . . . when actually it was a Comma. I forgot to Live Unstuck.

But I Shake Bad Times like that off Quickly and Easily. Of course, They happen to all of us. (Sometimes, I Shake my Entire Body from my Nose to my Tail as I move Beyond them.) I’ll admit: these Wretched Times are not easy to move through. But I live Unstuck. I acknowledge Them, figure out their Learnings and Teachings, and keep on Going. Too many Delightful Adventures to explore to get Bogged Down in the past. I am one Persistent Puppy, bound for Higher Ground and the Cheerful Experiences Life has to offer.

Are You like Me? Do you Calculate your losses and let go to Move Ahead? Or do you get Mired in the Muck of What Could have Been? I recommend: Let go and live Unstuck. To do so is far more enjoyable, for life is short. Or so They say. #unstuckliving#lettinggo

The Important Things in Life

Forget to remember and remember to forget what isn’t important to you.

—Kathy Walter

Duff photoDuff here. Sometimes, I get wound up in one Important Way of Doing Something. Like: this is the only way to go on this path in the forest. Or this is the only way to get an extra treat. Perhaps this is the only way to let Mom know I need to go Outside. (Now, that’s critical.) And yet, I ponder: what is Really Important? Is Everything of Equal Value? In the Larger Scheme of things, does it really matter how I get an Extra Morsel? If I’m cemented in one Habit, will it matter 100 years from now? As long as I achieve my goal, I can live unstuck.

This concept really hit home the other day as Mom and I were walking through the forest. I took us on a Path that made sense to me: clear, smooth and direct. We got to our Destination and turned back to head to the car. Even though (because of my Innate Sense of Smell), I have the Superior Ability to track us home, Mom decided to Change Things Up. (Remind me to tell you about the time when Mom got lost, and I led her back to the Car. But that’s a story for a Different Time.) We went a different route, even though I kept attempting to move her back to the original Path. Eventually, I gave up and dejectedly followed her. Imagine my amazement when we arrived at the original Starting Post? I was ecstatic. I lived unstuck.

Are you like Me? Get Stuck in a Rut and think that’s the only Way to do Things? A Famous Family therapist once said there were 147 different ways to wash the dishes. And they all met the Objective: to clean the dinnerware. I found that Concept boggling. Talk about living unstuck. I recommend: Try something new. A new way to work. A new food. (Yum.) The Important Things in life demand a variety of experiences. Release the rest of it. Live unstuck. #unstuckliving#importanceofthingsinlife

Cell Phones: My Opinion

I find that checking my phone (in the morning) tramples over my positive vibes, because we all know that checking messages is like rattling a wasp nest.”

—Stephanie lee

Duff here. My life changed dramatically once my mom started using a cell phone. When she first began, she couldn’t even answer if someone called. The doggone thing would ring and ring. Then someone would leave a message. Mom would then pick up the message (she could at least do that) and return the call. How cumbersome! She was stuck.

She then got a phone the salesman said was for “old folks.” She was mildly amused (and a bit incensed for being considered on the older side) but wanted to be able to answer the phone. That’s when my world turned upside down. She poked and prodded the poor thing. She laughed at it. She got animated at times, especially if there were sports games on. Totally absorbed in the fool contraption. She was living unstuck. But I was left behind.

But my mom is a sensitive lady. She realized the error of her ways. She now spends time only with me again. We walk together. We play my version of fetch. She pats me often. And talks to me as she did before, ironing out the affairs of the world. We are connected once more. We are living unstuck.

I’m asking: How about you? Are you glued to your phone? Tablet? Computer? Have you abandoned real people and puppies for an inanimate object? Duff Wisdom: There’s a time and place for everything. A time to conduct business. A time to be on the computer or cell phone. Most importantly, a time to play, and talk, and laugh, and love your Dog. Or Cat, if you will. Connecting directly with friends and family to give them a hug and a chat makes a connection that can’t be matched. The warmth touches your heart. Live unstuck. #UnstuckLiving

Check Yourself

Check yourself before you wreck yourself.

—A common saying

Duff here. Did I tell you I was almost sent to live at another home? Well, when I was a Small Puppy, my Doggy Daddy was having problems with his balance and eyesight. Since I am so very close to the ground, I can’t imagine that even being a problem. But he was 6’4”, so a tumble would be a Long Way Down.

My job was to stay out of the kitchen. My mom worked with me and worked with me to stay on the outer edge of that area. Then I would not be in danger of being trompled and my Doggy Daddy would have clear access to the kitchen. But I figured: what fun is that? I’m far away from the good smelling treats, the foods that made me salivate. So I would edge in and be underfoot. I was persistent. I lived unstuck.

Mom had interviewed another lady who was interested in me. The day for the move came. Both my mom and dad were very sad. My mom even shed tears. Mom called our house, on her way to pick me up and take me to my new home. And my dad told her, “The Duff hasn’t been in the kitchen all day.” I knew when to call it quits. You should have seen the celebration! I checked myself before I wrecked myself.

How about you? Do you know when it’s time to push ahead? Or time to slack off and come back another day? I say: Kenny Rogers had it right. “Know when to hold ‘em, Know when to fold ‘em.” He lives unstuck, and so do I. I’d suggest the same for you. Live unstuck. #UnstuckLiving

On Goof Ups

When you foul up . . . don’t turn goof ups into give ups.

—Anonymous

Duff’s Thought for the Day

Duff here. Have you ever made a gaffe? I mean, something so horrendous you wish you could crawl in a hole and disappear? I did that last week. Every spring, I have this yearning to go outside in the middle of the night. It’s spring. It’s warm(er). I’m ready.

Last week was the time for my big gaffe. One night, while I was in my carrier (Dog Cave), I thought it would be great fun to pant. Then whimper. My bed is at the foot of my mom’s. She immediately woke, filled with concern over my well-being. When I was released, I went to the living room and waited for her to put on my halter. Out we went and I meandered around. Completed a Very Small “Business” and we went back inside.

The next night, I did the same. Mom was trained and got me outside. This time, I disappeared up the hill. Mom was in an unfashionable get-up (long johns, hoodie, boots…you get the picture) but she tracked me down. Home we went.

The following evening, mom put me in the office. The computer is there, sporadically beeping all night. There is a small light which I was unaccustomed to. This time, I thought it a good idea to bark. Up the ante, so to speak. Mom came through the door and explained in no uncertain terms how that behavior was unacceptable. Night time is for sleep, apparently. My gaffe was horrendous and my tail was between my legs. My spring break was over. But I still live unstuck. Just more so in daylight hours.

Have you made a springtime mistake, then got corrected? What did you do? How did you handle it? She Who Must Be Obeyed was insistent that we get sleep at night. I say: you might consider if what you did is a battle . . . or the war. Whatever. Live unstuck. #UnstuckLiving

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