The Dog Days of Summer

Today as I was opening my front door to make a Walgreen's run, (ironically to purchase puppy shampoo), my dog ran out between my legs and took off. Does anybody out there have an escape-artist pooch? Annoying. Well, without missing a beat I hit the ground running after her. Penny--the dog-at-large--is 10 years old. But don't let her senior-status fool you; byotch can run. So there I was, chasing after her, alternately yelling threats and bribes in a futile attempt to persuade her to come to me. Now, this dog has it made; I could write a book about how spoiled she is. So why does she enjoy running away? Maybe she's got a Winona Ryder streak; the rich stealing for the thrill of it...

Looking back, I see a spooky connection between chasing my dog and all of us chasing our dreams. I love my dog, and I don't understand her desire to elude me like she did. I love to write and I don't understand why I haven't gotten a full-time job yet. Point? Sometimes we have to accept that not everything is in our control; just trust that when it's right it'll happen. Furthermore, I know when Penny runs off like that, I have to keep her in my sight; I cannot give up the chase. She could get hit by a car, or dog-napped, or worse if I slacked off. Similarly, we cannot give up chasing our dreams/goals. Even if we don't have a specific job in our sights, we must pursue, because --like a run-away dog-- dreams rarely come to stock-still wishful thinkers.

So keep truckin', people! Remember: if you want to go far in this world, you first have to GO!

And never fear; Penny is safe at home, as cute and content as ever:)