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My Gift

Duff here. Last week, I got My Hairs cut. Grooming is a Wonderful occasion for Me. I am shampooed with Some good Smelling stuff. Then I am Clipped. My Muzzle, so I can see the World. My paws, to stop tracking Mud into our Place. My Body, to reveal My Svelte Self. I feel so good that I Prance and dance about to Show off. Living unstuck.

This time was extra Special, for Ashley gave Me a Gift. Contents included a hand sanitizer (good idea for My Paws) and a bottle of bleach for Canines (to Keep My Fur extra white.) But the Big Treasure was a Black Mask. Mom tried it on Me, just for the Fit. And it covered a Lot: From My Nose down through My Chest. But the Ear Loops would not stay put. I’m just not built that Way, I guess. The Intent was much appreciated, and I will keep It in My Special Place where Gifts go. Or gift it to Mom. Thank you.

When the Groomer was informed of the Occurrence, She simply texted, “Silly Duff.” And there You have it. Living unstuck.

How about You? Are You the Recipient of Gifts at this Time? (I understand Toilet Paper is a biggie.) Or are You dreaming of Christmas, where gifts are Plentiful? I say: Accept whatever is sent Your Way. Thank you’s are in demand at This Time, I’m here to tell you. That’s living unstuck. #unstuck-living#gifts

Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.

—Mary Oliver

P.S. But I come in a Small Package.
The Duff

The Blue Cheese Caper

Duff photo

Duff here. The other day, Mom opened the Refrigerator. And Immediately, a Foul Odor came rolling out of Its Bowels. Mom made a Stench Face, and I immediately had to Come over and Investigate. I stood next to her as She Cleared out the Fridge, cleaning as She went. (The Cold Box probably needed it anyway.) My goodness, We had a lot of Stuff in there. Prepared for the Millennium, I’d say. Living unstuck.

She placed Everything back inside the fridge and closed the door. Our Job was done! But the next time We accessed The Fridge? The Nasty odor was still there. How could that Be? Once again, all the goodies came out. We even sampled with a Taste or Two. Then back in and close the Door. Still a scent, but Mom got wise. She looked at the Container of Blue Cheese. The Lid was askew. Problem solved. Mom and I were both Amused. Snapped on the Top. All was well. Living unstuck.

How about You? Have You faced a Problem and thought it Solved? But it wasn’t? I say: Stick with it. It all works out in the Long Run. (And You might even get some tasty Samples along the way.) I have found this to be True. #unstuck-living#smelly-stuff

Character consists of what you do on the third and fourth tries.

—James Michner

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Duff here. On this day, I think Everyone needs a Touch of Shamrock.

The luck of the Irish to you and yours!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

You’ve got to think lucky. If you fall into a mud hole, check your back pocket—you might have caught a fish.

—Darrell Royal

The Short Lullaby

Duff here. Every night, Mom sings me a lullaby. Our Routine? She begins to yawn and Stretch, and I know Bed Time is on its way. She will clean up the Kitchen. Then wander through Our place to Turn off the Lights. While She does this, I often get a Pat or a Rub, for She is Quite Fond of Me and enjoys Showing it. She sheds Her clothes and Turns on the Shower. And I meander into the Bedroom, curling up on My Soft Cozy Rug to await Her arrival. Living unstuck.

Now, it’s My turn. She rubs My ears and My tummy, Stroking My back as She sings to me. Her Voice is not stellar, but I get the Drift. It’s Sleepy time for Us. She joined a Singing Group over the Summer, and learned Some new Songs. She added two More Melodies to our regular Selections. One Night, She tried to Cut the evening Short and only sang Three Lullabies. Can You imagine? But I was having none of it. I stamped My paw to show My Displeasure and wouldn’t Budge. She chuckled and sang the last Song, and all was Well.  Living unstuck.

How about You? Like a Child who is accustomed to the same Story every night, that is Comfort. But when the Parent tries to Skip a Page? A Discussion follows and the World is usually righted once again. I say: Hold Your Ground. It worked for Me and I am now a Happy camper. Living unstuck. #unstuck-lviing#nighttime-routines

If you fall asleep every night believing something wonderful is happening for you, before too long, you’ll discover it will.

—Live Purposefully Now

Gearing Up

Duff here. As a Very Small Canine, I consider any Leap before I commit Myself to that Feat. I make up My Mind. Then carefully gauge the Distance, seeing if I have what it Takes. (Some Days are better than Others, I think We’d all agree.) The Recliner at the Office is a Good Case in Point. I ask permission to Hop up before I even begin to contemplate the Leap. If the Move is approved, I gather My Inner Forces and spring into Motion. Push, then jump. Up I go. Living unstuck.

Other Days, I know I’m a bit tuckered Out from too Much Playing and I need a boost. I look over at Mom to request some Help, and She gently places Me where I want to be. Now, I don’t do this often. After all, I need to maintain My independence. But some days a Lift is oh-so-helpful after I have determined My Course of Action. And I get the Same Outcome. That’s living unstuck too.

How about You? Do You carefully Gear up for Action? Or do You spend so much time making up Your mind that the Opportunity has passed? I say: Figure out what You want. Then take the leap. Just do It. Take it from Me: it’s All a part of living unstuck. #unstuck-living#decision-making

Indecision steals many years from many people who wind up wishing they’d just had the courage to leap.

—Doe Zantamada

Mardi Gras Celebrations!

Duff here. Mardi Gras is tomorrow! Let the Good Times roll! New Orleans, Louisiana, is The Place to Be. Seen the parades, with Their brightly colored Floats? Those Sparkly Masks? Crazy dancing? And Gifts of Tossed Necklaces in green, Purple and Gold? The cultural Diversity in the Food (yes, please) and the Music (if it’s too loud, it hurts My Ears) is a crazy Mix. A True Sensory experience on all levels, with a Story waiting around every Corner. Living unstuck.

I don’t know about You, but I’m ready for a mid-Winter party. Prepared to Rock and Roll, and have some Fun. My idea of A Good Time? Playing fetch, a la Duff, where I catch A Toy tossed My way, and Mom gets to chase Me to get it back again. Good exercise for Both? Oh, yes. Running fast is another Way I party. Totally spontaneous, I run as fast as I can. This may be around a Car. Or a Loop of My Choice in an Open Space. Celebrating! Living unstuck.

How about You? Are You in the Mid-Winter Doldrums? Or ready to Channel the Spirit of the Raucous Holiday? I say: Let the Good times Roll. No time like Now. Come with Me and We’ll party together. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#mardi-gras

It is in our soul to have Mardi Gras.

—Arthur Hardy


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