The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants

Try as I may, I am admittedly not the most patient dog in the world. When I want something, I tell myself to breathe deeply and wait, but after a few short minutes, I either hit my target with my puppy-dog eye or I stomp my foot and huff to get attention. Some people may find these behaviors annoying—granted I do not know any of those people—but most others find them endearing and clever.

Of all the “things” I want in this world, the one I want the most…next to a walk, or a stick, or a squirrel, or a treat, or a belly rub, or a car ride, or a spot on the bed, or a little time with Molly, or a swim….is snow. White, fluffy, cold snow.

Snow.

I want to run in the snow and play in the snow and sit in the snow and sleep in the snow and roll in the snow. I want snow.

I want to hike in the snow and walk in the snow. I want to eat snow. I want to chase my snow-covered rope in the snow. I want to frolic with Dixie in the snow. I love snow. White, fluffy, cold snow.

Snow.

I don’t fit on a sled, but if I did, I would want to sled in the snow. I want to do some down dog yoga in the snow. I love snow. White, fluffy, cold snow.

I feel regal in the snow. I feel at home in the snow. I feel happy in the snow. I love snow. White, fluffy, cold snow.

Sit down for this one….it may hurt…but there are times in life when we don’t get what we want. At those times we have to decide how to react. Should we cry? Scream? Whine? Complain? Should we yell? Pout? Find someone else to blame?

Of course, you are free to react as you please. Me, I react with my typical Phil-the-giant-puppy-ease.

I find happiness where I can.