Duff here. Once again, Mom had an Important Thing to Do that did not include Me. Mostly because She was going to a Restaurant to enjoy a meal with Friends. Did You know The Powers That be won’t allow a Canine in the facility? Something about mixing Dogs and Food. I mean really! So She tucks Me into the office. And makes motions as if to Leave. Not unstuck.
This time, I did all of My Tricks. The Lowered head pose. The Flop on the Floor. The mournful Look. The slight Whimper. All to communicate: I know You’re leaving and will never come back. Never. No trust? Or just devious? Usually Mom disregards all of My Antics (Thank you, Cesar Millan, Dog Whisperer.) But this Time? She gathered me up and We sat companionably for a few Minutes. I sighed and stretched. I licked My Chops, the sign of true Contentment. Then, She patted My head and I was in bliss. And yes, She did return to Pick Me up. That’s trust. Living unstuck.
How about You? Do You go through Times where You’re not really sure of an Outcome? But it all works out? I say: Trust the Positive. Expect the best. And 99 percent of the time, You will be rewarded. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#trust
All of the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.
—Peter Pan, James M. Barrie