Thursday, September 18, 2008

Canine Gratitude


As an antidote to dead-animals-as-trophies in my previous post, I present to you a particularly valuable lesson I have learned on a daily basis from my dog, Ansa.

Once I’m awake, Ansa starts her day with a huge stretch on my bed. I've learned how to do the same.

I say: Good morning, Ansa, and she then comes up and lays her head on the pillow next to me and allows me to pet her. I then allow her to lick my hand.

After I take her outside she heads off to a corner of the dining room while I make the all-important coffee in the all-important Krups as she supervises. I start the toast. I fetch her dishes and fill with water and her particular mix of food. Ansa was a rescue dog and wasn’t used to dog food so it was a very slow introduction of various kinds until the mixture is now one she eats.

I put down her dishes. She saunters over to them. I start cooking the eggs or the cereal. She leaves her dishes after a small sniff and comes over to me.

I say: You’re welcome, Ansa.

If there isn’t the right degree of joy in my voice, she comes back again, still without touching her food.

I say: You’re so welcome, Ansa. So, so welcome.

She trots off with a grin, an extra wag of the tail. I stop what I’m doing. I reflect on all the things in life I have to be thankful for. My health, my view of the ocean, my lovely peaceful home, the food in the larder, the roses outside the door.

Thank you! I say to the universe.

The trees rustle. The waves scrish on the shore. The bluebird hops along the deck. The sun peeks from behind a cloud.

All is so, so right in my tiny corner of the world.

15 comments:

  1. Good to know Ansa clearly gets plenty of TLC! She's a very lucky dog. And your tiny corner of the world sounds wonderfully peaceful and soothing. The perfect place to put Wall Street chaos into perspective.

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  2. dogs keep us grounded. i do believe that.

    a lovely post.

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  3. Meanwhile, Sarah Palin is out slaughtering herself another Grizzly. Perhaps, if she ever becomes president (proof, if ever it were needed, that there is no God!) maybe she'll have a few Iraqis stuffed and mounted in the White House living room.

    I'm glad you have such a faithful companion as Ansa.

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  4. Hah! I'm going to cover my living room walls with stuffed and mounted short-sellers.

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  5. Nick:
    the only trouble is WS can wreck it for the rest of us.
    I love the idea of stuffed and mounted - maybe you could include the obscenely over-compensated CEOs?
    XO
    WWW

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  6. Thanks Laurie, yes they really do.
    XO
    WWW

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  7. RJA:
    Let's hope she never does. I shudder to think where her policies would put us.
    XO
    WWW

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  8. Note to self - rescue dog immediately.

    xxx

    Pants

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  9. That's why I think that in the end, I won't be able to live without a dog, darn it.

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  10. Your corner of the world sounds like mine, contented and in perspective.

    I smiled when I read about your morning routine with Ansa. Lovely name, how did you come by it?

    Sorry I haven't visited for a while. It's always such a treat to read your refreshing blog.

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  11. H:
    "Ansa" means "divine" in Irish. The name came to me in a dream just before Ansa arrived so unexpectedly into my life.
    Thanks for the kinds words!
    XO
    WWW

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