Greetings, dogsciples!
I know, it has been quite some time since I have last given any advice. You must be quite distraught. Do you know how to live without me? Obviously you do if you're reading this, but I'm sure it has had its perils.
On to business! We have a new dogvotional for the day, one that I deem very appropriate for our up and coming new month:
"B" Open to Change!
You like? I knew you would.
See, it is important to "B" open to change, because allowing change to happen in your life allows new opportunities to unfold. And with New Years just around the corner, it is only appropriate to "B" open to change so that you may stay steadfast and unwavering in your resolutions. While we're on the topic, what will be your New Year's resolution? Mine? Oh, you're too kind to ask. My New Year's resolution speaks strongly to my willingness to change. In fact, I must be open to change, or be faced with a perilous future. You see, I....I really hate to admit this....bite. Yes, dear readers, I am a biter. Not your average biter, mind you. I would describe myself as a connoisseur of the male variety. A glutton for men, if you will.
Before you judge, pray, hear my reasoning! See, dear readers, I am afraid of men. Yes. You read correctly. Men scare me. And, sometimes, when I am face-to-face with both a man and my fear, I react by snapping. I mean no harm, mind you, I'm just protecting myself should said man try to reach out and grab me. Heavens above, may no man ever reach out and grab me! Or you, for that matter, should you be afraid of men.
As fate would have it one wintery evening on a farm/ranch somewhere in the middle-of-nowhere surrounded by cows and horses and donkeys (gasp), I accidentally bit....my grandfather. Yes, I bit Ol' Pops. And let me tell you something, if you had to choose between biting Jesus or Ol' Pops, choose Jesus. Anywho, I bit him. And, as you can probably imagine, he wasn't too happy about that. I tried to apologize, but my English is only so-so, so I gave him the best, most apologetic puppy eyes I could muster up. It didn't work. The good thing about Ol' Pops, however, is that he doesn't hold a grudge. Or, I think he doesn't... Hopefully he doesn't... I really really really really hope he doesn't hold a grudge! (On a side note, I'd like to take this time to say how much I love Ol' Pops. He's really handsome, super smart and a great grandpops to me! No, Ol' Pops, this is not a ploy to get you to not hold a grudge against me................)
So, the moral of the story, which I'm sure, my dear intelligent readers, you already realized is that I must stop biting. You know, in all honesty, no one likes a biter. And, since I am in the public eye, I have to be liked. Ipso facto I must stop biting. Which, in essence, suggests that I must "B" open to change! See, everything relates in the end.
By "B"ing open to change, I will be presented with many new opportunities, perhaps like sitting in Ol' Pops lap someday! How cool would that be?! So, if you want new opportunities to come into your life, beautiful readers, you, too, must "B" open to change.
I'd like to take this time to thank my most diligent and faithful readers. In the words of Abilene, "You is kind. You is smart. You is important." Yes, I believe that with all of my doggy heart, fair readers. Now, go out into this big, beautiful world of ours and "B" open to change!
I never like to end a dogvotional without having my readers repeat after me: (Please raise your right hand, or paw, or hoof...)
"I, (state your name), promise to "B" open to change this week. I will take B: The Dogvotionalist's advice and allow new opportunities to flow into my life. I also will not bite others. If I do have a biting problem, and need assistance, I will follow the directions at the end of this dogvotional. I will return next week to read more dogvotionals, and I will spread the news of B:The Dogvotionalist and her glorious wisdom far and wide. And, I will always remember, that 'I is kind. I is smart. I is important'...especially to B!"
You can put your hand down now.
Until then, fair readers.
B: The Dogvotionalist
If you or someone you know has a problem with biting,
please stop before someone gets hurt. That, or tape your mouth shut.
Just a suggestion.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Wordless Wednesday
B: The Dogvotionalist enjoying a photo-op moment
Austen aka The Monster frolicking among the trees
The Monster and big brother Luke taking a breather
Austen aka The Monster frolicking among the trees
The Monster and big brother Luke taking a breather
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Week 11 -- "B" Early
Greetings, fair readers.
Today we talk about a subject most dear and near to my little puppy heart..."B"ing early. Yes, you all know the importance of such a task, but I am here to emphasize it to all of you early birds, just in case you may have forgotten amidst your too comfy pillows and too warm covers.
Let me begin with a tale, A Tale of Two Dogs, if you will. Yes, we again resort to the use of "The Monster" in this short story; he seems to add the missing comic relief I so dearly need.
Alas, we begin.
Once upon a time, in a town situated on the wrong side of Interstate 45, in a subdivision devoid of any real beauty, there lived a most wonderful, glorious, elegant and STUNNING princess named B. See, I say this subdivision lacked really any beauty because this princess was far beyond beautiful, she was STUNNING...a true testament to anything truly beautiful. And, beyond being most STUNNING on the outside, she would go toe-to-toe against Mother Theresa on her piousness. A true saint. The only fault of Princess B was that she often times took her perfection as a curse, because so many others were vehemently envious of her. But, she was incapable of being bad or ugly, so she lived on in her pure goodness.
To tell the truth; however, Princess B did have one fault. One very, very ugly fault. The only thing ugly about her. Princess B had trouble "B"ing on time. Yes, Princess B was very often late. If you asked her "Why, Princess B?" She would only sweetly reply the same response every time: "While gazing at my beauty in the stream by our house, I became lost in my thoughts of the good acts I could perform for others! I simply lost track of time." And, thus, Princess B would forever be late, because she was always found doing the same thing: gazing at her beauty in the stream by her house, and thinking of the good acts she could perform for others.
Though it was not mentioned before, Princess B also has a mean, nasty little brother, The Monster. There was not a beautiful nor good thing about The Monster. He was despicable and had a permanent snarl on his face. He often times made fun of Princess B behind her back, "Oh, that Princess B...she's not all that wonderful, she's late wherever she goes!"
One day, while watching his parents fawn over Princess B's perfection, connived a plan against poor little B in order to make their parents hate her. You, see, dear readers, it is said that if something so perfect is hated by its guardians, then it will become ugly and mean. The Monster crossed his little paw fingers, hoping this would happen and that he would thusly emerge as the perfect son.
What was his plan, you ask? Well, for all of his horridness, The Monster is quite the planner. You see, in a day's time from his planning, their parents were having a renewal of their vows on their first wedding anniversary. Yes, a bit soon to renew vows, but never-the-less. Princess B was arranged to be the maid-of-honor, a very big roll, indeed. Luke, their older brother, was penciled in as the best man. And, The Monster? A mere acolyte.
You see, the only time Princess B is ever on time is when her parents need her to be somewhere. Late for a ball? Never. Not even fashionably. So, when her mother asked Princess B to be the maid-of-honor, B only beamed from both within and out, knowing that she would be on time and give a perfect performance.
Fast forward to 3am, the dawn of the vow renewal morning. Princess B lay elegantly placed under her bed's covers, sleeping as only an angel can. She had her secret weapon, her special alarm clock, placed on the other side of the room awaiting to wake the slumbering beauty.
A picture of her special alarm clock:
Like only a horrid, mean little brother can, The Monster snuck into her room and stole the special alarm clock. He then took it out to Princess B's gazing stream and quietly plunged it into its waters. The alarm clock was no more. What was the princess to do? The Monster quietly chuckled to himself, seeing Princess B's demise unfold before his eyes.
Now we are at the renewing of the vows ceremony, and everyone is in their place, except for poor Princess B. Her parents started to become quite agitated, and The Monster saw. He smiled from evil ear to ear. Was Princess B still sleeping? Had she forgotten all about her parents' precious event? Only time will tell...
Suddenly, after her parents had decided to place The Monster as his mother's maid of honor and overly praised him for his timeliness, Princess B emerged from the back of the room, sobbing and pleading for forgiveness. "I am so sorry for being late.." she cried. Her parents merely shook their heads, "Princess B, you only think of yourself! How selfish of you to not be on time." "But, I had my special alarm clock set at the end of the room so that I would be on time, I promise. It must have gone missing.." And then slowly, Princess B turned towards The Monster, smelling something suspicious. "Oh, dear, sweet, younger brother, I am envious of your ability to be on time everywhere you go...I will gladly play the role of acolyte if only to stand in the shade of your greatness." The Monster was beside himself..how could she be that perfect? Even though she knew exactly what he did, she didn't scold him or tell on him. The Monster began to speak, wanting to give himself up, but Princess B quieted him. "This is my lesson, dear brother. If I want to be truly perfect, I may first be on time."
And, thus the ceremony went on. Princess B made the most perfect acolyte ever, and her parents eventually forgave her tardiness for such a stellar performance.
Needless to say, The Monster never spoke badly of Princess B again. And Princess B? Well, Princess B realized the importance of "B"ing early, and has never been late since.
The End.
Dear readers, to know if this story is true or not, you will only have to decide for yourself. But, I'm sure you can all find it's meaning -- "B"ing early is important. Why? Well, because there are other people relying on you to be there on time. If you're not early, or at least on time, you are letting others down. And, in Princess B's quest to obtaining perfection, "B"ing late is simply not suitable.
So, please "B" early. I would hate for you to have as horrible a story as Princess B.
In conclusion, I would like to thank you all for taking the precious time out of your day to read my dogvotional. I hope, dearly, that it has enlightened you and that tomorrow, instead of pressing your snooze button thrice more, or covering your eyes will a pillow, you'll remember the story of Princess B and get out of bed and "B" early.
Please, gentle readers, raise your right hand, or right paw, and repeat after me: "I, most loyal reader of B's Dogvotionals take it upon myself today to 'B' early next week. I will make it to my daily events on time and in perfect fashion. I will strive to be more like B, though it feels impossible. Oh, B, great provider of weekly dogvotionals, I guide myself in your ways. Thank you for your wisdom. I promise to 'B' back next week for more dogvotionals, and will pass along B's wisdom wherever I may go."
Until next week, sweet ones, "B" early!
B: The Dogvotionalist
Today we talk about a subject most dear and near to my little puppy heart..."B"ing early. Yes, you all know the importance of such a task, but I am here to emphasize it to all of you early birds, just in case you may have forgotten amidst your too comfy pillows and too warm covers.
Let me begin with a tale, A Tale of Two Dogs, if you will. Yes, we again resort to the use of "The Monster" in this short story; he seems to add the missing comic relief I so dearly need.
Alas, we begin.
Once upon a time, in a town situated on the wrong side of Interstate 45, in a subdivision devoid of any real beauty, there lived a most wonderful, glorious, elegant and STUNNING princess named B. See, I say this subdivision lacked really any beauty because this princess was far beyond beautiful, she was STUNNING...a true testament to anything truly beautiful. And, beyond being most STUNNING on the outside, she would go toe-to-toe against Mother Theresa on her piousness. A true saint. The only fault of Princess B was that she often times took her perfection as a curse, because so many others were vehemently envious of her. But, she was incapable of being bad or ugly, so she lived on in her pure goodness.
To tell the truth; however, Princess B did have one fault. One very, very ugly fault. The only thing ugly about her. Princess B had trouble "B"ing on time. Yes, Princess B was very often late. If you asked her "Why, Princess B?" She would only sweetly reply the same response every time: "While gazing at my beauty in the stream by our house, I became lost in my thoughts of the good acts I could perform for others! I simply lost track of time." And, thus, Princess B would forever be late, because she was always found doing the same thing: gazing at her beauty in the stream by her house, and thinking of the good acts she could perform for others.
Though it was not mentioned before, Princess B also has a mean, nasty little brother, The Monster. There was not a beautiful nor good thing about The Monster. He was despicable and had a permanent snarl on his face. He often times made fun of Princess B behind her back, "Oh, that Princess B...she's not all that wonderful, she's late wherever she goes!"
One day, while watching his parents fawn over Princess B's perfection, connived a plan against poor little B in order to make their parents hate her. You, see, dear readers, it is said that if something so perfect is hated by its guardians, then it will become ugly and mean. The Monster crossed his little paw fingers, hoping this would happen and that he would thusly emerge as the perfect son.
What was his plan, you ask? Well, for all of his horridness, The Monster is quite the planner. You see, in a day's time from his planning, their parents were having a renewal of their vows on their first wedding anniversary. Yes, a bit soon to renew vows, but never-the-less. Princess B was arranged to be the maid-of-honor, a very big roll, indeed. Luke, their older brother, was penciled in as the best man. And, The Monster? A mere acolyte.
You see, the only time Princess B is ever on time is when her parents need her to be somewhere. Late for a ball? Never. Not even fashionably. So, when her mother asked Princess B to be the maid-of-honor, B only beamed from both within and out, knowing that she would be on time and give a perfect performance.
Fast forward to 3am, the dawn of the vow renewal morning. Princess B lay elegantly placed under her bed's covers, sleeping as only an angel can. She had her secret weapon, her special alarm clock, placed on the other side of the room awaiting to wake the slumbering beauty.
A picture of her special alarm clock:
Like only a horrid, mean little brother can, The Monster snuck into her room and stole the special alarm clock. He then took it out to Princess B's gazing stream and quietly plunged it into its waters. The alarm clock was no more. What was the princess to do? The Monster quietly chuckled to himself, seeing Princess B's demise unfold before his eyes.
Now we are at the renewing of the vows ceremony, and everyone is in their place, except for poor Princess B. Her parents started to become quite agitated, and The Monster saw. He smiled from evil ear to ear. Was Princess B still sleeping? Had she forgotten all about her parents' precious event? Only time will tell...
Suddenly, after her parents had decided to place The Monster as his mother's maid of honor and overly praised him for his timeliness, Princess B emerged from the back of the room, sobbing and pleading for forgiveness. "I am so sorry for being late.." she cried. Her parents merely shook their heads, "Princess B, you only think of yourself! How selfish of you to not be on time." "But, I had my special alarm clock set at the end of the room so that I would be on time, I promise. It must have gone missing.." And then slowly, Princess B turned towards The Monster, smelling something suspicious. "Oh, dear, sweet, younger brother, I am envious of your ability to be on time everywhere you go...I will gladly play the role of acolyte if only to stand in the shade of your greatness." The Monster was beside himself..how could she be that perfect? Even though she knew exactly what he did, she didn't scold him or tell on him. The Monster began to speak, wanting to give himself up, but Princess B quieted him. "This is my lesson, dear brother. If I want to be truly perfect, I may first be on time."
And, thus the ceremony went on. Princess B made the most perfect acolyte ever, and her parents eventually forgave her tardiness for such a stellar performance.
Needless to say, The Monster never spoke badly of Princess B again. And Princess B? Well, Princess B realized the importance of "B"ing early, and has never been late since.
The End.
Dear readers, to know if this story is true or not, you will only have to decide for yourself. But, I'm sure you can all find it's meaning -- "B"ing early is important. Why? Well, because there are other people relying on you to be there on time. If you're not early, or at least on time, you are letting others down. And, in Princess B's quest to obtaining perfection, "B"ing late is simply not suitable.
So, please "B" early. I would hate for you to have as horrible a story as Princess B.
In conclusion, I would like to thank you all for taking the precious time out of your day to read my dogvotional. I hope, dearly, that it has enlightened you and that tomorrow, instead of pressing your snooze button thrice more, or covering your eyes will a pillow, you'll remember the story of Princess B and get out of bed and "B" early.
Please, gentle readers, raise your right hand, or right paw, and repeat after me: "I, most loyal reader of B's Dogvotionals take it upon myself today to 'B' early next week. I will make it to my daily events on time and in perfect fashion. I will strive to be more like B, though it feels impossible. Oh, B, great provider of weekly dogvotionals, I guide myself in your ways. Thank you for your wisdom. I promise to 'B' back next week for more dogvotionals, and will pass along B's wisdom wherever I may go."
Until next week, sweet ones, "B" early!
B: The Dogvotionalist
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Wordless Wednesday
Greetings, all...since this is supposed to be "wordless" I'll make my monologue short.
Starting today, this very Wednesday, and continuing on throughout every other Wednesday to come, I shall now post pictures of myself for you, adoring fans, to view. Yes, I can feel your enthusiasm growing! What better way to spend a Wednesday than wordlessly looking at my pictures.
Today, only a single photo; I starve my dear readers' eyes only to prepare them for next week's delicacies:
Perfect, is it not?
Until tomorrow's dogvotional -- dream of me.
B: The Dogvotionalist
Starting today, this very Wednesday, and continuing on throughout every other Wednesday to come, I shall now post pictures of myself for you, adoring fans, to view. Yes, I can feel your enthusiasm growing! What better way to spend a Wednesday than wordlessly looking at my pictures.
Today, only a single photo; I starve my dear readers' eyes only to prepare them for next week's delicacies:
Perfect, is it not?
Until tomorrow's dogvotional -- dream of me.
B: The Dogvotionalist
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Week 10 -- "B" Truthful
B has decided to take this week off to bask in the sun and catch up on her non-needed beauty rest. As she lounges lazily on her favorite pillow sewn by her Nana (that of a houndstooth material which perfectly compliments B's very own coloring -- no doubt, a pillow chose on purpose), I, the most diligent scribe and adoring mother of B, now turn to a new bard. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce Austen "The Monster" Terrell as our in-house dogvotionalist for week 10. May God help us all.
Let us begin...
(Cough, cough) Hi, guys! Um. I'm Austen? But, you probably already knew that. Most of my friends call me "The Monster." Well, no they don't. That's just my big sister, B. I don't think she likes me too much sometimes, but Mom says she's just being moody. Girls....can't live with them; can't live without them. Well, after being "fixed" a few weeks ago, Momma says I don't need girls no more. I don't know what all of this "fixed" business is about -- I mean, I wasn't broken! And why fix something that isn't broken? I guess I'll have to save that question for my big brother...he always catches me up on that stuff.
Anyways, Mom tells me that I have to write some sort of dogvotional? What's a dogvotional? Sounds pretty stupid to me. I'd much rather be jumping or running or barking or taking toys from everyone. I mean, writing? Boooooorrrrrriiiiinnnnggg. But, she says I'll be grounded if I don't do it - so I'm trying to put these big paws into typing action. Mom? This is ridiculous...my paw takes up like seven keys! I can't even type a letter without getting six more with it. Stupid...stupid..stupid... Fine! I'll do it.
Okay, so I've been thinking about what to write about for a really, really long time...like 5 whole minutes. You see, 5 minutes of my time is some major clockage. Normally I lose interest in things after only a few seconds...Oh boy, here I go again. Way off subject. Geeze, Mom, this really is dumb.
OKAY! I'm writing about "B"ing Truthful today. I don't know why I have to type "B" like that..I mean, B is nothing special. I'm the special one. I can do tricks and stuff, and what can B do? Sleep. Yeah. Sleeeeeeep. Not cool. I'm cool. I think this dogvotional thing should be called "The Word of Austen." Isn't that better? Yes? See, B, I'm cooler than you.
So, I'm talking about "B"ing Truthful today, like I said earlier. And, honestly, it's just good to be truthful. That way you don't get into trouble, like me...all the time. I have a real problem with telling the truth sometimes. Like, okay!! I'll confess...the other day it was muddy outside. And, I LOVE mud. I like to paw it especially. Just dig my paws into the mud and rub them all around in it. Well, anyway, magically the back door flew open...and there was no one there! No adult or anything. So, of course, I flew through the door, past the kitchen and plopped my muddy paws right onto my mom's freshly cleaned carpet. I then practiced my 360's but cutting sharp circles on that carpet. Man, was it fun. I don't know how this happened, but the carpet somehow began to change colors...from a beige-ish color to mud brown. I'm not saying it was my paws or anything....okay, yes I am. It was my muddy paws that made the carpet brown. But, no one saw me! And, if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it still make a sound? Gotcha thinking up there, huh? Since no one saw me -- who was to say it was me? So, naturally, I put on my "Mr. Cool" persona, check my paws to make sure they're clean, and waltz back outside the still-open door to pretend like nothing happened.
When I heard Momma's fateful scream -- I already knew what to do. She ran outside to see which of us was to blame: "Austen!? Did you get my floor muddy?" Oh no, Momma, not this cool cat. And, I rolled on my back, pretending to be asleep. I even daintly left a pall pointing in my big brother Luke's direction as a suggestion.
"Luke! Heavens forbid it was my good boy Luke!" You know it, Momma, read 'em and weep. So, she put Luke into the kennel for some time out and I got some peanut butter on a treat for being such a wonderful doggie son. Oh, the life.
And, it all the glory was good...for a while. And then, I started to feel bad. Really, really bad. But, it isn't until on this dumb dogvotional that I have finally confessed. Momma! Do you hear me?? I confessed!! That's gotta be good for something right? Like a treat or something? No? Bonkers.
Seriously though, it's important to be truthful because it's the right thing to do. And, by the look on Momma's face right now, I know I'm gonna get it later. Dang. Oh well, I gotta practice what I preach! I think I'm going to be a little more truthful next time around...or maybe just stay out of the mud.
Now I'm supposed to do some thing where you raise your right hand? Okay? Okay. Raise your right hand, or paw, and repeat after me, Austen -- the cool one: "Oh great Austen, you are so wise and so courageous for admitting your faults. I wish to be more like you. I will pass along your wisdom to evey person or pet I see, and promise to be back next week, when B returns, for another enstallment of her dogvotionals."
Let us begin...
(Cough, cough) Hi, guys! Um. I'm Austen? But, you probably already knew that. Most of my friends call me "The Monster." Well, no they don't. That's just my big sister, B. I don't think she likes me too much sometimes, but Mom says she's just being moody. Girls....can't live with them; can't live without them. Well, after being "fixed" a few weeks ago, Momma says I don't need girls no more. I don't know what all of this "fixed" business is about -- I mean, I wasn't broken! And why fix something that isn't broken? I guess I'll have to save that question for my big brother...he always catches me up on that stuff.
Anyways, Mom tells me that I have to write some sort of dogvotional? What's a dogvotional? Sounds pretty stupid to me. I'd much rather be jumping or running or barking or taking toys from everyone. I mean, writing? Boooooorrrrrriiiiinnnnggg. But, she says I'll be grounded if I don't do it - so I'm trying to put these big paws into typing action. Mom? This is ridiculous...my paw takes up like seven keys! I can't even type a letter without getting six more with it. Stupid...stupid..stupid... Fine! I'll do it.
Okay, so I've been thinking about what to write about for a really, really long time...like 5 whole minutes. You see, 5 minutes of my time is some major clockage. Normally I lose interest in things after only a few seconds...Oh boy, here I go again. Way off subject. Geeze, Mom, this really is dumb.
OKAY! I'm writing about "B"ing Truthful today. I don't know why I have to type "B" like that..I mean, B is nothing special. I'm the special one. I can do tricks and stuff, and what can B do? Sleep. Yeah. Sleeeeeeep. Not cool. I'm cool. I think this dogvotional thing should be called "The Word of Austen." Isn't that better? Yes? See, B, I'm cooler than you.
So, I'm talking about "B"ing Truthful today, like I said earlier. And, honestly, it's just good to be truthful. That way you don't get into trouble, like me...all the time. I have a real problem with telling the truth sometimes. Like, okay!! I'll confess...the other day it was muddy outside. And, I LOVE mud. I like to paw it especially. Just dig my paws into the mud and rub them all around in it. Well, anyway, magically the back door flew open...and there was no one there! No adult or anything. So, of course, I flew through the door, past the kitchen and plopped my muddy paws right onto my mom's freshly cleaned carpet. I then practiced my 360's but cutting sharp circles on that carpet. Man, was it fun. I don't know how this happened, but the carpet somehow began to change colors...from a beige-ish color to mud brown. I'm not saying it was my paws or anything....okay, yes I am. It was my muddy paws that made the carpet brown. But, no one saw me! And, if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it still make a sound? Gotcha thinking up there, huh? Since no one saw me -- who was to say it was me? So, naturally, I put on my "Mr. Cool" persona, check my paws to make sure they're clean, and waltz back outside the still-open door to pretend like nothing happened.
When I heard Momma's fateful scream -- I already knew what to do. She ran outside to see which of us was to blame: "Austen!? Did you get my floor muddy?" Oh no, Momma, not this cool cat. And, I rolled on my back, pretending to be asleep. I even daintly left a pall pointing in my big brother Luke's direction as a suggestion.
"Luke! Heavens forbid it was my good boy Luke!" You know it, Momma, read 'em and weep. So, she put Luke into the kennel for some time out and I got some peanut butter on a treat for being such a wonderful doggie son. Oh, the life.
And, it all the glory was good...for a while. And then, I started to feel bad. Really, really bad. But, it isn't until on this dumb dogvotional that I have finally confessed. Momma! Do you hear me?? I confessed!! That's gotta be good for something right? Like a treat or something? No? Bonkers.
Seriously though, it's important to be truthful because it's the right thing to do. And, by the look on Momma's face right now, I know I'm gonna get it later. Dang. Oh well, I gotta practice what I preach! I think I'm going to be a little more truthful next time around...or maybe just stay out of the mud.
Now I'm supposed to do some thing where you raise your right hand? Okay? Okay. Raise your right hand, or paw, and repeat after me, Austen -- the cool one: "Oh great Austen, you are so wise and so courageous for admitting your faults. I wish to be more like you. I will pass along your wisdom to evey person or pet I see, and promise to be back next week, when B returns, for another enstallment of her dogvotionals."
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Week 9 -- "B" Green
Happy St. Patrick's Day, most valiant readers! I hope you all adorned green this most splendid day, and if not, I hope you were all met with happy embraces and not dreadful pinches.
For week 9, we will look at ways to "B" green. Now, when I say "B" green, I don't mean "B"ing "green with envy," rather, I hope that you all, splendid readers, will "B" able to "B" more eco-friendly.
See, there are many reasons to practice "B"ing green, if not just for my sake alone. You should "B" green so that we can all make our planet less polluted and live on a bit longer. Personally, I think everyone should practice "B"ing green for animals, especially me because I'm a Princess and everyone knows that Princesses deserve special treatment.
Oh, and if you don't believe I'm a Princess -- refer to the picture for evidence below:
Now, how does one, such as my faithful readers, go about "B"ing green?
Well, there are many, many ways. I will review my most personal favorite that specifically involve me!
First, whenever you're at home and looking for something to do, instead of reaching for the remote control, why not take your pet on a walk? Not only does it save electricity and energy from television usage, but it uses up your pet's energy, and everyone knows that a tired dog is a good dog. Personally, I love walks as long as I'm in my harness and I receive lots of treats along the way. No walk is a good walk without treats.
Next, when we get back from our walk, and I'm am thoroughly exhausted -- let me slumber in peace. Please refrain from turning on the television again -- you may wake me, and reach for a book, preferably one about me or penned by me. Reading not only, yet again, saves energy, but also increases your intelligence! And everyone knows, an intelligent pet owner is a good pet owner.
Thirdly, on a nice, sunny, Spring day -- why not turn off the air conditioner and open the windows for a lovely breeze, oh wonderful readers? Not only does it save energy, but it also offers me the chance to sun bathe in the light. It also makes me extremely frisky so that I may want to play fetch with you! How exciting!
My last favorite way to "B" green is when you give me toys and chews that are eco-friendly! These toys are not made in factories using harmful emissions, and are put together with recycled materials. They are so much fun to play with and are good for our environment, too!
You see, fair readers, "B"ing green goes beyond St. Patrick's Day. Sure, a little bit of green may bring us luck on March 17th every year, but living green brings us enjoyment the whole year through! By "B"ing green we are not only living better lives, but promoting better lives for each other and for our environment.
So, "B" green for our environment and for me!
In conclusion, I hope you enjoyed the dogvotional for today. Though I am but a mere dog, I like to point out every so often that I am quite worldly, and know the ways of you humans. Please be nice to the environment so that we may all live long prosperous lives and so that the generations beyond us may as well!
Please raise your right hand, or right paw, and repeat after me: "I, (state your name), do here solemnly swear to 'B' green in my lifestyle for this week. I will turn off my television and open my windows and hope that the environment is better for it. I am thankful for B: The Dogvotionalist and her wisdom and will be back next week for further guidance."
See you all next week, my dear ones --
B: The Dogvotionalist
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Week 8 -- "B" Aware of Your Surroundings
Greetings, fair readers!
My apologies on this "B"ing a rather late dogvotional, but never-the-less the show must go on! And this week, we have a very special show indeed.
To preface: My father has been out of town here lately for his work. Why people ever go out of town is beyond me -- you can see just as much around your own house as you can other places. Even places that my dad goes to like Dubai. Who would ever go to such a place? Especially when it's called...Dubai...Uh! I'd rather die than go to Dubai. A poetess, I know.
To begin: I have been left here alone by my father, as I mentioned earlier, to be with my brothers and mother (aka Scribe) for the next week. Agony, I must regretfully say....absolute agony. Normally, my dad is always around to watch me and pet me and talk to me and so on. He always makes sure that his full attention is on me and my spectacular being. I can always count on him to thoughtfully gaze upon my every action and linger on my every bark. Sadly, however; my dear old dad is not here to pay attention to me. So, now, beyond horrors of all horrors, I must vie for my mom's undivided attention...between my brothers.
When I first thought about the task of taking all the attention from my brothers, I thought it would be quite easy. See, I'm a most ravishing dog with graceful coloring and perfectly proportioned limbs. My brothers, on the other hand, are....for lack of a better descriptive word..weird. They look weird. Why would anyone willingly put their whole attention on them? Yet again, beyond me. Needless to say, however; this task was not as easy as I thought.
See, my mother tries to be fair with us all, and spend equal individual time devoted to our every need. "Pish Posh!" I say! My brothers are smelly and large, not delicate and petite like myself, they should require merely a quarter of the attention I deserve. But, alas, my mother proves to be a "maiden of equality." So, we all get our equal time of her undivided attention. Such misery... Who is to see when I perfectly plop myself on a cushion? Or yawn in harmony with the birds? Who will account for my self-grooming habits or praise me when I bask in the sunlight? You see?! No brother of mine is so deserving of attention. But, be it the first time, I am wrong.
So, what dogvotional must I present from all of this information? Only a simple one, my dears: "B" aware of your surroundings.
What does this have to do with B not having all of the attention? You may ask yourself.
Oh, you must see, my gentle ones, that when I am not being supervised, or rather, gazed upon, that I must "B" aware of my surroundings in order to keep myself safe.
That's the important point to clue in on here: you must always practice "B"ing safe when you are alone.
Case in point, readers: Often, my mother tends to take my brothers on a walk around our neighborhood. She does this to exercise their poor souls, but in the midst of such a thoughtful action on her part, she forgets that I am LEFT ALONE! I am no pooch to be pardoned from human contact, and yet she leaves me alone for these walks. Leaves me alone, I should say, to protect the home front, to make sure no foul varmint comes into our lair. And though I don't appear to be that of a watch dog, I most certainly am! So, in order to keep myself and my home safe until my brothers and mother return, I practice "B"ing aware of my surroundings.
Any noise or creak -- watch out! -- I'll bark! I jump down from my throne upon the top of the couch and quietly patrol the perimeter. If I see a shadow -- watch out! -- I'll bark. And heavens forbid an actual stranger should appear, because -- watch out! -- I'll bark.
See, in order to "B" aware of your surroundings, you must take into account all that is around you. Now, you must look over your surroundings again and take note of any changes in them. If they are bad, say for instance, an intruder, be sure to have some sort of battle cry ready. For me, that's my bark, for you, perhaps a scream, or a call to 911. Whichever, just be prepared.
Now, why must you "B" aware of your surroundings? To ensure your own safety of course. Normally, I can always count on my parents to keep me out of harm's way, but today, I have to rely on my own inner strength and intuition to know when it's time to bark! and when it's time to dart! In other words, you need to know when it's time to defend yourself and when it's time to just plain get out of there.
It's important to "B" aware of your surroundings so that you can be ready for any situation that occurs, also you want to "B" aware of your surroundings so that you can take charge of anything that comes your way.
Some people say that "B"ing aware of your surroundings is only for chickens..well, last time I checked, I'm no chicken and I am quite certain that my Papa Alan Hart, who first told my mom to "B" aware of her surroundings as a young girl, is no chicken either. So, "B" aware of your surroundings in order to "B" smart and "B" safe! There's no better way to "B!"
In conclusion, everyone please practice "B"ing aware of their surroundings this week. Also, please say a prayer for my dad that he returns home safely from that awful Dubai place that took him away from me!
And, now, as we do every week, please raise your right hand, or paw, and repeat after me, "I, (state your name), reader of B's Dogvotionals, promise to uphold the message of this week by "B"ing aware of my surroundings. If trouble comes near me, I will have my battle cry ready and be thankful to B that she had such wisdom to impart on me about "B"ing safe. I will "B" safe this week so that I may return for the next dogvotional, where I will then learn more from B's over-abundance of doggie wisdom. Thank you B for your intelligence, I will now "B" more aware of my surroundings because of you."
See you soon, my fair readers.
B: The Dogvotionalist
My apologies on this "B"ing a rather late dogvotional, but never-the-less the show must go on! And this week, we have a very special show indeed.
To preface: My father has been out of town here lately for his work. Why people ever go out of town is beyond me -- you can see just as much around your own house as you can other places. Even places that my dad goes to like Dubai. Who would ever go to such a place? Especially when it's called...Dubai...Uh! I'd rather die than go to Dubai. A poetess, I know.
To begin: I have been left here alone by my father, as I mentioned earlier, to be with my brothers and mother (aka Scribe) for the next week. Agony, I must regretfully say....absolute agony. Normally, my dad is always around to watch me and pet me and talk to me and so on. He always makes sure that his full attention is on me and my spectacular being. I can always count on him to thoughtfully gaze upon my every action and linger on my every bark. Sadly, however; my dear old dad is not here to pay attention to me. So, now, beyond horrors of all horrors, I must vie for my mom's undivided attention...between my brothers.
When I first thought about the task of taking all the attention from my brothers, I thought it would be quite easy. See, I'm a most ravishing dog with graceful coloring and perfectly proportioned limbs. My brothers, on the other hand, are....for lack of a better descriptive word..weird. They look weird. Why would anyone willingly put their whole attention on them? Yet again, beyond me. Needless to say, however; this task was not as easy as I thought.
See, my mother tries to be fair with us all, and spend equal individual time devoted to our every need. "Pish Posh!" I say! My brothers are smelly and large, not delicate and petite like myself, they should require merely a quarter of the attention I deserve. But, alas, my mother proves to be a "maiden of equality." So, we all get our equal time of her undivided attention. Such misery... Who is to see when I perfectly plop myself on a cushion? Or yawn in harmony with the birds? Who will account for my self-grooming habits or praise me when I bask in the sunlight? You see?! No brother of mine is so deserving of attention. But, be it the first time, I am wrong.
So, what dogvotional must I present from all of this information? Only a simple one, my dears: "B" aware of your surroundings.
What does this have to do with B not having all of the attention? You may ask yourself.
Oh, you must see, my gentle ones, that when I am not being supervised, or rather, gazed upon, that I must "B" aware of my surroundings in order to keep myself safe.
That's the important point to clue in on here: you must always practice "B"ing safe when you are alone.
Case in point, readers: Often, my mother tends to take my brothers on a walk around our neighborhood. She does this to exercise their poor souls, but in the midst of such a thoughtful action on her part, she forgets that I am LEFT ALONE! I am no pooch to be pardoned from human contact, and yet she leaves me alone for these walks. Leaves me alone, I should say, to protect the home front, to make sure no foul varmint comes into our lair. And though I don't appear to be that of a watch dog, I most certainly am! So, in order to keep myself and my home safe until my brothers and mother return, I practice "B"ing aware of my surroundings.
Any noise or creak -- watch out! -- I'll bark! I jump down from my throne upon the top of the couch and quietly patrol the perimeter. If I see a shadow -- watch out! -- I'll bark. And heavens forbid an actual stranger should appear, because -- watch out! -- I'll bark.
See, in order to "B" aware of your surroundings, you must take into account all that is around you. Now, you must look over your surroundings again and take note of any changes in them. If they are bad, say for instance, an intruder, be sure to have some sort of battle cry ready. For me, that's my bark, for you, perhaps a scream, or a call to 911. Whichever, just be prepared.
Now, why must you "B" aware of your surroundings? To ensure your own safety of course. Normally, I can always count on my parents to keep me out of harm's way, but today, I have to rely on my own inner strength and intuition to know when it's time to bark! and when it's time to dart! In other words, you need to know when it's time to defend yourself and when it's time to just plain get out of there.
It's important to "B" aware of your surroundings so that you can be ready for any situation that occurs, also you want to "B" aware of your surroundings so that you can take charge of anything that comes your way.
Some people say that "B"ing aware of your surroundings is only for chickens..well, last time I checked, I'm no chicken and I am quite certain that my Papa Alan Hart, who first told my mom to "B" aware of her surroundings as a young girl, is no chicken either. So, "B" aware of your surroundings in order to "B" smart and "B" safe! There's no better way to "B!"
In conclusion, everyone please practice "B"ing aware of their surroundings this week. Also, please say a prayer for my dad that he returns home safely from that awful Dubai place that took him away from me!
And, now, as we do every week, please raise your right hand, or paw, and repeat after me, "I, (state your name), reader of B's Dogvotionals, promise to uphold the message of this week by "B"ing aware of my surroundings. If trouble comes near me, I will have my battle cry ready and be thankful to B that she had such wisdom to impart on me about "B"ing safe. I will "B" safe this week so that I may return for the next dogvotional, where I will then learn more from B's over-abundance of doggie wisdom. Thank you B for your intelligence, I will now "B" more aware of my surroundings because of you."
See you soon, my fair readers.
B: The Dogvotionalist
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Week 7 -- "B" Supportive
I stand before you today a changed dog.
Yes, not only am I kind, forgiving, fashionable, thrifty, loving and myself, but now, I hesitate to say, I am also......supportive.
Why do I hesitate, you ask? Well, you see, it's because I'm having to B supportive towards....The Monster (My baby brother, for all you new readers out there). See, he's at the VET!!! Heavens above, I hate that word -- one of the most despicable words on the planet. I mean, honestly, could they have chosen a better word? I suggest "B" -- that way every pet would eagerly go to the...VET!!...because they would know in advance (by the word "B" of course) that the person they're going to see is kind, forgiving, fashionable....you see where I'm going with this.
Anyway, back on track. The Monster is at that evil place where they take us dogs to get shots. But, most importantly, he's there at the evil place getting his "you know what" taken off. That's right, Austen is getting neutered today. Apparently, Mom and Dad had enough of his shenanigans. I know I had.
But, I have to remember that not that long ago, I too was a young pup -- full of energy and pizazz. Well, not to the extent of The Monster, but to a point. See, The Monster apparently started "feeling his Wheaties" a few weeks ago, and thought it would be the best idea if he started to rough house with everyone non-stop. He would paw and whine and slobber all over his victims. Though no blood was shed, plenty of tears hit the ground in its stead. The Monster never messed with me though. I guess the whole saying "You mess with royalty, you get the guillotine" crept into his puny little brain.
Well, eventually Mom and Pops got tired of Austen's bouncing charades of connivery and aggression and called the one person on this planet no four legged creature wants to be called.....The VET!!!
Needless to say, Austen's (cough cough) "operation" was scheduled and now all we had to do was play the waiting game...as The Monster continually tried to victimize his involuntary opponents one paw at a time.
It's sad, really, because The Monster had absolutely no idea what was about to happen to him. See, his pea-sized brain can only process minute amounts of information, and for the .07% of the time he's not terrorizing someone, he's thinking about food. Thus, his mind is preoccupied, should I say.
I have been through this dreadful operation, have felt its painful recovery and instead of feeling the luxuriousness of revenge for The Monster's victims, I felt remorse at what poor Austen was about to experience: lack of energy, bloat, weight gain...all of the ugly parts of growing up. And, in all truth, he had no say in the matter.
So, instead of laughing today off as a lesson well deserved for a poor behaving puppy, I lift my doggie eyes up to the sky, and send out a prayer of hope and healing to my dear little brother Austen.
It went something like this: "Dear God, Princess B here with a most sincere request for safe operational procedures on my dear brother Austen. May he heal most swiftly. And may my family hope for a more comfortable home life -- that which lacks terrorizing 10 month old Doberman puppies and their all-encompassing connivery, for which I know my poor brother Austen had no choice but to give in to his puppy-ness and behave like a crazed lunatic. Please help him grow to be a loving, calm, calm, calm, calm, calmmmmmmmmmmm adult, and please let him know that I, Princess B, am here to support him along the way. In your most precious name. Amen."
So, as we wait for The Monster to return from that most evil place this most fateful day, I curl up into my fluffy dog bed with utmost anticipation. I plan on being the most supportive big sister this side of the Mississippi, and it all starts in a matter of hours.
How do I plan on being supportive?
Well, I suppose I'll show Austen more affection, and I'll share some of my toys with him. I'll also give him my treats, because I know he won't be able to move. And, I also wont even try and steal his food, because I know he'll be hungry. I wont growl or try to nip at him, and I'll even give him an occasional lick, just so he knows I'm there for him.
Why do I plan on being supportive?
I fully invest in the old adage "what goes around comes around." And, I have a feeling that little Austen will probably have to be there for me one day. Who knows...maybe he'll even save my life. At least, that's what my Dad tells my Mom. And plus, like I've said in many a dogvotional before: better to be good to someone else than to wait on good to come to you. Pay it forward, in other words.
Well, that wraps it up for this week's dogvotional! I hope you all enjoyed my musings on "B"ing supportive. Really, "B"ing supportive is essential to your happiness...trust me. So, pick up the phone, write an email, do whatever you have to do to let someone know you're supporting them. Not only will you make someone else's day brighter, but your own as well.
You know where this leads us...
Please lift your right hand or right paw and repeat after me: "I, (state your name), promise to be supportive of another person this week. I promise to remember that in someone else's hard times, a supportive hand is all they need to feel better. I will try to make someone's life easier by being supportive of them. I promise to pass along the word of B: The Dogvotionalist to those who are deaf to her words, and will return next week for another dogvotional."
Until then, my fair readers, "B" supportive!
B: The Dogvotionalist
Yes, not only am I kind, forgiving, fashionable, thrifty, loving and myself, but now, I hesitate to say, I am also......supportive.
Why do I hesitate, you ask? Well, you see, it's because I'm having to B supportive towards....The Monster (My baby brother, for all you new readers out there). See, he's at the VET!!! Heavens above, I hate that word -- one of the most despicable words on the planet. I mean, honestly, could they have chosen a better word? I suggest "B" -- that way every pet would eagerly go to the...VET!!...because they would know in advance (by the word "B" of course) that the person they're going to see is kind, forgiving, fashionable....you see where I'm going with this.
Anyway, back on track. The Monster is at that evil place where they take us dogs to get shots. But, most importantly, he's there at the evil place getting his "you know what" taken off. That's right, Austen is getting neutered today. Apparently, Mom and Dad had enough of his shenanigans. I know I had.
But, I have to remember that not that long ago, I too was a young pup -- full of energy and pizazz. Well, not to the extent of The Monster, but to a point. See, The Monster apparently started "feeling his Wheaties" a few weeks ago, and thought it would be the best idea if he started to rough house with everyone non-stop. He would paw and whine and slobber all over his victims. Though no blood was shed, plenty of tears hit the ground in its stead. The Monster never messed with me though. I guess the whole saying "You mess with royalty, you get the guillotine" crept into his puny little brain.
Well, eventually Mom and Pops got tired of Austen's bouncing charades of connivery and aggression and called the one person on this planet no four legged creature wants to be called.....The VET!!!
Needless to say, Austen's (cough cough) "operation" was scheduled and now all we had to do was play the waiting game...as The Monster continually tried to victimize his involuntary opponents one paw at a time.
It's sad, really, because The Monster had absolutely no idea what was about to happen to him. See, his pea-sized brain can only process minute amounts of information, and for the .07% of the time he's not terrorizing someone, he's thinking about food. Thus, his mind is preoccupied, should I say.
I have been through this dreadful operation, have felt its painful recovery and instead of feeling the luxuriousness of revenge for The Monster's victims, I felt remorse at what poor Austen was about to experience: lack of energy, bloat, weight gain...all of the ugly parts of growing up. And, in all truth, he had no say in the matter.
So, instead of laughing today off as a lesson well deserved for a poor behaving puppy, I lift my doggie eyes up to the sky, and send out a prayer of hope and healing to my dear little brother Austen.
It went something like this: "Dear God, Princess B here with a most sincere request for safe operational procedures on my dear brother Austen. May he heal most swiftly. And may my family hope for a more comfortable home life -- that which lacks terrorizing 10 month old Doberman puppies and their all-encompassing connivery, for which I know my poor brother Austen had no choice but to give in to his puppy-ness and behave like a crazed lunatic. Please help him grow to be a loving, calm, calm, calm, calm, calmmmmmmmmmmm adult, and please let him know that I, Princess B, am here to support him along the way. In your most precious name. Amen."
So, as we wait for The Monster to return from that most evil place this most fateful day, I curl up into my fluffy dog bed with utmost anticipation. I plan on being the most supportive big sister this side of the Mississippi, and it all starts in a matter of hours.
How do I plan on being supportive?
Well, I suppose I'll show Austen more affection, and I'll share some of my toys with him. I'll also give him my treats, because I know he won't be able to move. And, I also wont even try and steal his food, because I know he'll be hungry. I wont growl or try to nip at him, and I'll even give him an occasional lick, just so he knows I'm there for him.
Why do I plan on being supportive?
I fully invest in the old adage "what goes around comes around." And, I have a feeling that little Austen will probably have to be there for me one day. Who knows...maybe he'll even save my life. At least, that's what my Dad tells my Mom. And plus, like I've said in many a dogvotional before: better to be good to someone else than to wait on good to come to you. Pay it forward, in other words.
Well, that wraps it up for this week's dogvotional! I hope you all enjoyed my musings on "B"ing supportive. Really, "B"ing supportive is essential to your happiness...trust me. So, pick up the phone, write an email, do whatever you have to do to let someone know you're supporting them. Not only will you make someone else's day brighter, but your own as well.
You know where this leads us...
Please lift your right hand or right paw and repeat after me: "I, (state your name), promise to be supportive of another person this week. I promise to remember that in someone else's hard times, a supportive hand is all they need to feel better. I will try to make someone's life easier by being supportive of them. I promise to pass along the word of B: The Dogvotionalist to those who are deaf to her words, and will return next week for another dogvotional."
Until then, my fair readers, "B" supportive!
B: The Dogvotionalist
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Week 6 -- "B" Yourself
We begin this week's dogvotional with a picture of me and my scribe:
Notice the variation of colors, my scribe's rather silly shirt but, most of all, notice my poised affect. See, not many dogs carry themselves in such an elegant manner -- sitting up straight with a paw gently held out for kisses from admirers. Yes, I realize that I am not "real" royalty -- Prince William and my chance at eternal love was only separated by species -- but, I feel that I should express myself as I view myself, and I have forever viewed myself as a princess.
Princess B, that is. And, I should note, that it would be much easier not to carry on this prestigious role of Princess Briony had it not been further substantiated by my scribe. See, she grovels at my feet. "Oh, Princess B, whatever do you need?" I hear this day in and day out. At first, I was confused -- "Scribe! I am no royal!" But, again and again she called me out... "Oh, Princess B, whatever do you need?"
What was I supposed to do? So, I gave in and laid my princess puppy head on my scribe's lap and with royal puppy eyes gazed upwards with a request: "Princess B needs a massage..." I would blink with my eyelashes, much like morse-code but in dog speech. And, thus, my status of royal highness began. Though, I have to admit, like I said earlier, I've always felt like a princess.
You're probably asking yourself "What does all this have to do with this week's dogvotional?" Well, everything, fair reader. See, this week's dogvotional is all about "B"ing yourself. For example, if you view yourself as a princess, then by all means, "B" a princess! Unfortunately; however, many of you fail to simply "B" yourselves because you are trying to conform to who society thinks you should be. "Nay, nay!" I say. This is a grave mistake -- society is always wrong in its guessing game of who you should be. And, many of you know this! Bravo!
"But, Princess B..." you may question, "how do I 'B' myself?"
Valid question, dear friend, for which I do have an answer. I have developed a process, a method if you will, that will teach you how to "B" yourself. I shall call it: "The Dogvotionalist's Dogma: 3 Steps to 'B'ing Yourself."
Before beginning with detailing my step processes, please note that each step must be followed exactly and in the exact order it is consecutively placed.
Step 1: Break. First things first -- we're going to get some of that stress off of you. That way, you will be able to feel more like yourself, instead of feeling like yourself with a buffalo on your back. So, reach for the closet thing to you that you wont miss -- probably a pencil or paper or flower (no people or animals, please) -- and get to destructing. Just destroy it. Break it, crumple it, rip it..whatever. Make sure that you're visualizing the demise of your stress alongside the demise of your (insert destroyed object here). And then, after you've worked up a fury and feel like you have all of your stress in your hands, slam dunk it in the trash. Feels good, huh? Yeah, I thought so.
Step 2: Breathe. Or meditate, whichever sounds best to you. Simply stop what you are doing, including reading these most important dogvotional steps, and calm your mind. How do you calm your mind? Simply stop thinking about everything and focus on only one thing, whatever that may be. Close your eyes, and take 3 deep breaths in. Slooooooowly. Keep focusing on only one thing. Make sure that this thing you are focusing on is not that of chores or bills, work or emotions -- simply think of something of pure enjoyment, something that represents you. On your last breath out, count to 8. At the end of your count, write down the one thing you're focusing on. It can be anything at all -- just write it down.
Step 3: Begin. Remember that buffalo of stress you had on your shoulders? The one you destroyed? You're a resilient thing, you know. Conquering battlefields like that. And, here we are, post buffalo-stress battle, with our focal point written down. Now, here's what you have to do. You have to read it aloud. I don't care if you're all alone or in a room full of people - just read it aloud. Sounds good, huh? Whatever that thing you wrote down is -- it is of utmost importance to you. See, when I did this exercise for the first time, I wrote down "royalty." And after saying it aloud, as you just did, I realized where these steps were supposed to take me -- they were supposed to take me to the place where I begin "B"ing myself -- figuratively, of course. After saying "royalty," I knew that in order to fully "B" myself, I had to "B" the princess I knew I was. And, the rest is history -- or, at least, that's why you have come to now know me as "Princess B."
Now, if you complete these steps again in the future and find that you have written down another focal point different from your original, it is time for you to take yourself in a different direction. Try "B"ing yourself differently. My scribe's new focal point is "B"ing thrifty, like we discussed a few weeks ago. So, she's investing herself in learning how to "B" thrifty. Don't be surprised if you change along the way. I mean, I doubt I will as I just fit the role of Princess so well, but you might.
It's important you "B" yourself, because you want to be a true representation of yourself to everyone else. You don't want to be a lie. If I were to walk around here trying to convince everyone that I wasn't a princess, then I would be telling a fib, and no one would know the real me! Nor could I pretend to be something else very well, as the true me would always shine through. You can't be someone else forever.
Also, "B"ing your true self means having people in your life that truly appreciate the real you. Why's that? I refer to a favorite quote of mine: "Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." In essence, if someone is a fan of you -- they want you to be the real you!
So, don't pretend to be out-going if you're shy, don't try and fit in to something you wont, don't do something you wouldn't and don't be something you're not. Just "B" yourself -- that's the best you can be!
In conclusion, I hope that you all try and "B" better at "B"ing yourselves this week. Nothing is more satisfying than relishing in the perfect-ness of you!
Please, raise your right hand, or paw, and repeat after me: "I, (state your name), promise to be better at "B"ing myself this week. I will practice "The Dogvotionalist's Dogma: 3 Steps to "B"ing Yourself" and will work on finding my inner focal point. I will dedicate this week to exposing my true self to all of my friends and family, because that's the "me" they cherish the most. I will do my best at spreading the word of Princess B to those around me, and will be back next week for a new dogvotional."
I love you for you! See you next week, you wonderful thing, you.
B: The Dogvotionalist
Notice the variation of colors, my scribe's rather silly shirt but, most of all, notice my poised affect. See, not many dogs carry themselves in such an elegant manner -- sitting up straight with a paw gently held out for kisses from admirers. Yes, I realize that I am not "real" royalty -- Prince William and my chance at eternal love was only separated by species -- but, I feel that I should express myself as I view myself, and I have forever viewed myself as a princess.
Princess B, that is. And, I should note, that it would be much easier not to carry on this prestigious role of Princess Briony had it not been further substantiated by my scribe. See, she grovels at my feet. "Oh, Princess B, whatever do you need?" I hear this day in and day out. At first, I was confused -- "Scribe! I am no royal!" But, again and again she called me out... "Oh, Princess B, whatever do you need?"
What was I supposed to do? So, I gave in and laid my princess puppy head on my scribe's lap and with royal puppy eyes gazed upwards with a request: "Princess B needs a massage..." I would blink with my eyelashes, much like morse-code but in dog speech. And, thus, my status of royal highness began. Though, I have to admit, like I said earlier, I've always felt like a princess.
You're probably asking yourself "What does all this have to do with this week's dogvotional?" Well, everything, fair reader. See, this week's dogvotional is all about "B"ing yourself. For example, if you view yourself as a princess, then by all means, "B" a princess! Unfortunately; however, many of you fail to simply "B" yourselves because you are trying to conform to who society thinks you should be. "Nay, nay!" I say. This is a grave mistake -- society is always wrong in its guessing game of who you should be. And, many of you know this! Bravo!
"But, Princess B..." you may question, "how do I 'B' myself?"
Valid question, dear friend, for which I do have an answer. I have developed a process, a method if you will, that will teach you how to "B" yourself. I shall call it: "The Dogvotionalist's Dogma: 3 Steps to 'B'ing Yourself."
Before beginning with detailing my step processes, please note that each step must be followed exactly and in the exact order it is consecutively placed.
Step 1: Break. First things first -- we're going to get some of that stress off of you. That way, you will be able to feel more like yourself, instead of feeling like yourself with a buffalo on your back. So, reach for the closet thing to you that you wont miss -- probably a pencil or paper or flower (no people or animals, please) -- and get to destructing. Just destroy it. Break it, crumple it, rip it..whatever. Make sure that you're visualizing the demise of your stress alongside the demise of your (insert destroyed object here). And then, after you've worked up a fury and feel like you have all of your stress in your hands, slam dunk it in the trash. Feels good, huh? Yeah, I thought so.
Step 2: Breathe. Or meditate, whichever sounds best to you. Simply stop what you are doing, including reading these most important dogvotional steps, and calm your mind. How do you calm your mind? Simply stop thinking about everything and focus on only one thing, whatever that may be. Close your eyes, and take 3 deep breaths in. Slooooooowly. Keep focusing on only one thing. Make sure that this thing you are focusing on is not that of chores or bills, work or emotions -- simply think of something of pure enjoyment, something that represents you. On your last breath out, count to 8. At the end of your count, write down the one thing you're focusing on. It can be anything at all -- just write it down.
Step 3: Begin. Remember that buffalo of stress you had on your shoulders? The one you destroyed? You're a resilient thing, you know. Conquering battlefields like that. And, here we are, post buffalo-stress battle, with our focal point written down. Now, here's what you have to do. You have to read it aloud. I don't care if you're all alone or in a room full of people - just read it aloud. Sounds good, huh? Whatever that thing you wrote down is -- it is of utmost importance to you. See, when I did this exercise for the first time, I wrote down "royalty." And after saying it aloud, as you just did, I realized where these steps were supposed to take me -- they were supposed to take me to the place where I begin "B"ing myself -- figuratively, of course. After saying "royalty," I knew that in order to fully "B" myself, I had to "B" the princess I knew I was. And, the rest is history -- or, at least, that's why you have come to now know me as "Princess B."
Now, if you complete these steps again in the future and find that you have written down another focal point different from your original, it is time for you to take yourself in a different direction. Try "B"ing yourself differently. My scribe's new focal point is "B"ing thrifty, like we discussed a few weeks ago. So, she's investing herself in learning how to "B" thrifty. Don't be surprised if you change along the way. I mean, I doubt I will as I just fit the role of Princess so well, but you might.
It's important you "B" yourself, because you want to be a true representation of yourself to everyone else. You don't want to be a lie. If I were to walk around here trying to convince everyone that I wasn't a princess, then I would be telling a fib, and no one would know the real me! Nor could I pretend to be something else very well, as the true me would always shine through. You can't be someone else forever.
Also, "B"ing your true self means having people in your life that truly appreciate the real you. Why's that? I refer to a favorite quote of mine: "Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." In essence, if someone is a fan of you -- they want you to be the real you!
So, don't pretend to be out-going if you're shy, don't try and fit in to something you wont, don't do something you wouldn't and don't be something you're not. Just "B" yourself -- that's the best you can be!
In conclusion, I hope that you all try and "B" better at "B"ing yourselves this week. Nothing is more satisfying than relishing in the perfect-ness of you!
Please, raise your right hand, or paw, and repeat after me: "I, (state your name), promise to be better at "B"ing myself this week. I will practice "The Dogvotionalist's Dogma: 3 Steps to "B"ing Yourself" and will work on finding my inner focal point. I will dedicate this week to exposing my true self to all of my friends and family, because that's the "me" they cherish the most. I will do my best at spreading the word of Princess B to those around me, and will be back next week for a new dogvotional."
I love you for you! See you next week, you wonderful thing, you.
B: The Dogvotionalist
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Week 5 -- "B" Loving
Greetings, Favored Readers!
I come to you today from a very low place. Indeed, my mother (Alison) and prized-scribe has fallen ill this very week with something humans call "newmonia" or "newmona"....maybe "pneumonia?" Who knows. What should be known is that this week, I will be writing my own very first post....sans scribe. Yes, these little paws will be punching out perfect punctuation until Mother-dearest no longer feels so puny. Yes, you may applaud if so desired.
Now, it feels that Week 5's Dogvotional is in order, is it not? Quite right! Moving on! Tally Ho! You'll have to excuse me, I've never actually written and edited my own post before -- so I may get carried away with my own excitement. I love to pretend I'm human!
For this week's dogvotional I would like to focus on one of my very favorite topics: "B"ing Loving. And, considering we just passed through Valentine's Day (You all are Paw-fect in my eyes! Get it?!), I thought it would be quite appropriate. So, for Week 5, we will all "B" Loving.
Truth be told, I must confess, it was not Valentine's Day that got me to thinking about "B"ing loving, but my poor, poor, pathetically poor, baby brother Austen. Remember "The Monster" story? Yes, they are one-in-the-same, unfortunately. Well, my mother, in her festive Easter spirit, found blue rabbit ears on sale and(GASP),yes, decided on horror of all horrors and put them on The Monster for a photo shoot. I can say no more. You must see this embarrassing wickedness for yourself:
Oh, the horror. The horror! I can look at it no longer.
Needless to say, The Monster was at the point of puppy tear-dom when he saw the rest of our doggie herd silently laughing at him behind Mother's back. With each click of the camera, The Monster was quickly dissolving into a puddle of puppy-embarrassment.
But, for some reason unknown to me, I quickly realized that it could have just as easily been ME in those bunny rabbit ears being forced to pose for the camera. The Monster was doing us all a favor, and I had just realized it. Shame on me. The Monster did, in all reality, look extremely cute and should be proud of himself for presenting such a fine imitation of the Easter Bunny.
My old demeanour quickly melted away, and I began to smile and wag my tail at The Monster, to let him know how proud I was of him, and that even though all of his puppy friends would laugh at him at the dog park, I would still love him all the same.
The funny thing is that The Monster saw my expression and felt the love I was sending him -- he began to stand straighter and pose better and even look more confident in himself. I think I even heard him say, "Thanks, sis. I love you too."
And since that very day when I placed my love and confidence in The Monster, he has been more loving and confident himself. So, one moral to the story? Perhaps that you should give love in order to receive love. Had I continued to laugh at The Monster, he would have been callous towards me for a long time. But, I realized that he was doing us all a favor by wearing the rabbit ears, and that I should love him that much more for that. Because, it could have just as easily been me up there with those silly ears on and the one being laughed at.
By "B"ing Loving, we are not only spreading love to others, but spreading confidence and care, happiness and comfort. You see, there are so many more gifts present when one receives love. When I gave The Monster his love, I also gave him self-confidence, told him "It's okay to be different, because I still love you."
See, love is not always about all that ooey gooey stuff, like kisses between my mom and dad. GROSS! Love is much more powerful than that. By loving others, we see a type of "pay it forward" mentality, in which those we loved continue to love others. I hope that one day we can be a world full of love. Will you help me make it one?
I would like to end today's dogvotional by asking you to raise your right hand, or right paw, and repeat after me: "I promise to 'B' Loving this week towards my family, friends and strangers. I believe that by 'B'ing loving to another person, I will in turn be loved and so will other people. My hope is that I will one day help B: The Dogvotionalist create a world full of love so that we will all live in peace and happiness. I promise to spread the word of B to those who do not know her, and will be back next week in order to further enrich my knowledge and soul with B's all-powerful goodness."
Thank you all for reading my dogvotional -- It was difficult typing with my teeny-tiny paws, but I enjoyed being able to feel more connected to my public. I can't wait to see you all next-week. Hopefully my scribe will be in tip-top shape, as this whole typing thing is for the birds.
Until then, "B" Loving!
B: The Dogvotionalist.
I come to you today from a very low place. Indeed, my mother (Alison) and prized-scribe has fallen ill this very week with something humans call "newmonia" or "newmona"....maybe "pneumonia?" Who knows. What should be known is that this week, I will be writing my own very first post....sans scribe. Yes, these little paws will be punching out perfect punctuation until Mother-dearest no longer feels so puny. Yes, you may applaud if so desired.
Now, it feels that Week 5's Dogvotional is in order, is it not? Quite right! Moving on! Tally Ho! You'll have to excuse me, I've never actually written and edited my own post before -- so I may get carried away with my own excitement. I love to pretend I'm human!
For this week's dogvotional I would like to focus on one of my very favorite topics: "B"ing Loving. And, considering we just passed through Valentine's Day (You all are Paw-fect in my eyes! Get it?!), I thought it would be quite appropriate. So, for Week 5, we will all "B" Loving.
Truth be told, I must confess, it was not Valentine's Day that got me to thinking about "B"ing loving, but my poor, poor, pathetically poor, baby brother Austen. Remember "The Monster" story? Yes, they are one-in-the-same, unfortunately. Well, my mother, in her festive Easter spirit, found blue rabbit ears on sale and(GASP),yes, decided on horror of all horrors and put them on The Monster for a photo shoot. I can say no more. You must see this embarrassing wickedness for yourself:
Oh, the horror. The horror! I can look at it no longer.
Needless to say, The Monster was at the point of puppy tear-dom when he saw the rest of our doggie herd silently laughing at him behind Mother's back. With each click of the camera, The Monster was quickly dissolving into a puddle of puppy-embarrassment.
But, for some reason unknown to me, I quickly realized that it could have just as easily been ME in those bunny rabbit ears being forced to pose for the camera. The Monster was doing us all a favor, and I had just realized it. Shame on me. The Monster did, in all reality, look extremely cute and should be proud of himself for presenting such a fine imitation of the Easter Bunny.
My old demeanour quickly melted away, and I began to smile and wag my tail at The Monster, to let him know how proud I was of him, and that even though all of his puppy friends would laugh at him at the dog park, I would still love him all the same.
The funny thing is that The Monster saw my expression and felt the love I was sending him -- he began to stand straighter and pose better and even look more confident in himself. I think I even heard him say, "Thanks, sis. I love you too."
And since that very day when I placed my love and confidence in The Monster, he has been more loving and confident himself. So, one moral to the story? Perhaps that you should give love in order to receive love. Had I continued to laugh at The Monster, he would have been callous towards me for a long time. But, I realized that he was doing us all a favor by wearing the rabbit ears, and that I should love him that much more for that. Because, it could have just as easily been me up there with those silly ears on and the one being laughed at.
By "B"ing Loving, we are not only spreading love to others, but spreading confidence and care, happiness and comfort. You see, there are so many more gifts present when one receives love. When I gave The Monster his love, I also gave him self-confidence, told him "It's okay to be different, because I still love you."
See, love is not always about all that ooey gooey stuff, like kisses between my mom and dad. GROSS! Love is much more powerful than that. By loving others, we see a type of "pay it forward" mentality, in which those we loved continue to love others. I hope that one day we can be a world full of love. Will you help me make it one?
I would like to end today's dogvotional by asking you to raise your right hand, or right paw, and repeat after me: "I promise to 'B' Loving this week towards my family, friends and strangers. I believe that by 'B'ing loving to another person, I will in turn be loved and so will other people. My hope is that I will one day help B: The Dogvotionalist create a world full of love so that we will all live in peace and happiness. I promise to spread the word of B to those who do not know her, and will be back next week in order to further enrich my knowledge and soul with B's all-powerful goodness."
Thank you all for reading my dogvotional -- It was difficult typing with my teeny-tiny paws, but I enjoyed being able to feel more connected to my public. I can't wait to see you all next-week. Hopefully my scribe will be in tip-top shape, as this whole typing thing is for the birds.
Until then, "B" Loving!
B: The Dogvotionalist.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Week 4 -- "B" Thrifty
Upon waking this morning, Princess B found herself greatly refreshed after such a trying week. You see, due to her mother being sick yesterday, B's weekly dogvotional had to be postponed. This threw B in a tizzy, because she very much hates making her adoring public wait. Needless to say, the dogvotional must go on. So, let us begin week 4 of B's dogvotionals with a little lesson on "B"ing Thrifty.
To go back to the beginning of this post, Princess B woke to find herself greatly refreshed this morning. Not only was she refreshed; however, but she was also full of grand beyond grand ideas for her new "How-to" book on budgeting she is currently writing. B feels that the general human race is without a thorough and apt knowledge of simple money management procedures, and considering we are all in very arduous economic times at present, B finds it imperative that she dedicate Week 4's Dogvotional to "B"ing thrifty.
B would like to dedicate this dogvotional to her mother, Alison, so that she will take these words of Rat Terrier wisdom to heart, mind and soul, and realize that she must "save instead of cave" (aka: buy, buy, BUY) for it is crucial to her and her family's (including, B, most importantly) financial well-being.
With that dedication, B would like to note that it is crucial that we, as humans, buy only what is needed for us to survive, and that our wants be pushed to the side. However, she would like to add that splurging on pets is a God-given right, and thus, should be considered necessary. B would also like to point out that much of what we want, can be found for much less. For example, if you would like a new dress, ladies, instead of gracing the racks of Saks, try skimming the aisles of Target. B can attest that someone very close to her actually found a dress on sale for $3.00 at Target. Most importantly, it looked like a Saks dress. Now, it is not always important that you buy new things, B would like to point out. "Try jazzing up an old outfit with an elegant brooch or scarf, perhaps a cardigan or shawl -- the possibilities are limitless" B says. "If you happen to notice my photo up top, you will see that I am wearing a rose as a head piece -- now, I did not buy said rose head piece but merely had my mother pick it out of a rose bush. For something so stunning on me, I certainly know my way around 'fiscal responsibility.'"
Obviously, not everything we are spending our money on are clothes. Yet, they stand as the quintessential example for most in that by balancing our wants with our needs, and by merely altering our spending habits, we are able to enjoy both our needs AND wants without breaking the bank. I.E. perhaps looking at a second-hand store rather than a department store, or playing with old pieces to make them look brand-new.
Now, it is necessary to point out that our wants should never surpass our needs. "I, for one, am always in need of the best dog food, because I have such a sensitive stomach. If my mom went out on a shopping spree for herself, how selfish would that be if I had to forfeit my personal, specific dog food?" B notes. "We must take into consideration others before ourselves." Family is most important during these trying times, so making sure our family members are well satisfied with their lives is of utmost importance. Do not think of yourself first, but rather, think of those around you. Is there something that they need that could replace your want? There always seems to be, doesn't there?
B would like to finish this week's dogvotional by asking all of her readers to practice "B"ing thrifty this week. "Only purchase what you need, because your wants will still be there next week. Our wants never go away, but our needs keep us here to stay." A proverb of B.
B now requests that you all raise your right hand, or paw, and repeat after her, " I, (state your name), most faithful reader of B's Weekly Dogvotionals promise to be true to the word of B this week by practicing "B"ing thrifty. I will put my needs above all my wants, and remember to keep my family of utmost importance in my budgeting decisions. I will do my best to follow B's Dogvotional, and will remember that if I do stray from the "B"ing Thrifty path, that the all-mighty Princess B is a forgiving Dogvotionalist and will personally raise me up with positive budgeting reinforcement. "B"ing Thrifty isn't impossible -- I just need to follow the words of B and watch my own budgeting practices manifest before my own eyes. Thank you, B, for your words of wisdom, and I promise to see you again next week with at least one more dollar to my name than today."
B would like to thank her audience for tuning in this week and hopes to see you all again next week.
Until then, "B" Thrifty!
B: The Dogvotionalist
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Week 3 -- "B" Fashionable
B would like to begin this week's dogvotional with a photo montage:
Here, we see two of B's personal photos in which she is modeling various sweaters she owns. Notice the elegance, the poise, the grace. Most of all; however, notice the fashion.
B would like to dedicate this dogvotional to fashion and all of her faithful readers who value being chic.
From puppyhood to adult age, B always kept herself in the latest fashions -- from collegiate oxford collars to jewel-tone peacoats, this little Rat Terrier rivals Ralph Lauren. The best part of B's fashion savvy is that she is always the first to know of new trends. Some would even go so far as to say that B, herself, is responsible for creating such trends. B will never tell though. Although, I am quite certain that the "Jeggings" (note: combination of leggins and jeans) fad was solely B's great creativity.
Today, B is sporting an eggplant colored collar made of fine velvet. To compliment her collar, she added a neutral colored sweater, complete with woven flowers of various colors attached to the back. B would like to note that this look is achievable by anyone, and that you should not be fearful of such chicness. "Simply look for colors that make you glow." A direct quote from B.
B has such wonderful knowledge of everything fashion-related -- past, present and future -- that many designers use her advice for their up and coming collections. I wouldn't be surprised if they include a little "B" insignia upon their materials to honor her.
So, why does B value fashion and chicness so highly? Well, B would like to answer this for herself: "'B'ing beautiful means 'b'ing fashionable, so not only must you be both chic inside but on the outside as well. You want the complete package."
B asks that you all practice being chic, both on the inside and outside this week by picking colors, clothing and accessories that make you feel stunning or handsome. Men try a fabulous new tie, and ladies, a vibrant scarf to illuminate an outfit.
Also, make sure your personality matches your fashion -- as no one likes a dull person with a perfect outfit. Continue trying to "B" kind and "B" forgiving. Combine those two with "B"ing fashionable, and you could quite possibly be as perfect as B.
B concludes this week dogvotional by asking all of her readers to please raise their right hand, or paw, and repeat after her: I, most devoted reader of B's dogvotionals, dedicate myself this week to "B"ing fashionable both on the inside and out. I promise to wear only things that make me feel good about myself, and promise to continue to "B" kind and forgiving. Thank you, B, for your wisdom.
Until then, fair readers -
B: The Dogvotionalist
Here, we see two of B's personal photos in which she is modeling various sweaters she owns. Notice the elegance, the poise, the grace. Most of all; however, notice the fashion.
B would like to dedicate this dogvotional to fashion and all of her faithful readers who value being chic.
From puppyhood to adult age, B always kept herself in the latest fashions -- from collegiate oxford collars to jewel-tone peacoats, this little Rat Terrier rivals Ralph Lauren. The best part of B's fashion savvy is that she is always the first to know of new trends. Some would even go so far as to say that B, herself, is responsible for creating such trends. B will never tell though. Although, I am quite certain that the "Jeggings" (note: combination of leggins and jeans) fad was solely B's great creativity.
Today, B is sporting an eggplant colored collar made of fine velvet. To compliment her collar, she added a neutral colored sweater, complete with woven flowers of various colors attached to the back. B would like to note that this look is achievable by anyone, and that you should not be fearful of such chicness. "Simply look for colors that make you glow." A direct quote from B.
B has such wonderful knowledge of everything fashion-related -- past, present and future -- that many designers use her advice for their up and coming collections. I wouldn't be surprised if they include a little "B" insignia upon their materials to honor her.
So, why does B value fashion and chicness so highly? Well, B would like to answer this for herself: "'B'ing beautiful means 'b'ing fashionable, so not only must you be both chic inside but on the outside as well. You want the complete package."
B asks that you all practice being chic, both on the inside and outside this week by picking colors, clothing and accessories that make you feel stunning or handsome. Men try a fabulous new tie, and ladies, a vibrant scarf to illuminate an outfit.
Also, make sure your personality matches your fashion -- as no one likes a dull person with a perfect outfit. Continue trying to "B" kind and "B" forgiving. Combine those two with "B"ing fashionable, and you could quite possibly be as perfect as B.
B concludes this week dogvotional by asking all of her readers to please raise their right hand, or paw, and repeat after her: I, most devoted reader of B's dogvotionals, dedicate myself this week to "B"ing fashionable both on the inside and out. I promise to wear only things that make me feel good about myself, and promise to continue to "B" kind and forgiving. Thank you, B, for your wisdom.
Until then, fair readers -
B: The Dogvotionalist
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Week 2 -- "B" Forgiving
B would like to start this week's Dogvotional off by sending out a little "shout out" to her grandparents: "Hi there Mama Hart, Papa Hart, Nana and Bo -- I want to apologize for any of my shedded hair I left on your furniture while I visited. It was completely unintentional. Will you forgive me?"
And with that, we start Week 2 of our Dogvotionals with a little topic B would like to call "forgiveness." B says forgiveness is a fickle thing: everybody wants it, but not everyone will give it. And we all know that being the one who gives is better than being the one who receives.
B would now like to tell a story in hopes of teaching a lesson to her readers: Once upon a time, B owned a pink, polka-dot dog bed. (True story -- I was there) And in this pink, polka-dot dog bed B loved to lounge for hours on end and dream about her beauty. One day, B's Momma (Moi..)and Papa brought home her new little brother, who B thought was a monster. The Monster (as we'll call B's little brother hence forth) also loved Princess B's pink, polka-dot dog bed, and he would constantly try and steal it from her. So, B decided that she was going to play a nasty trick on The Monster. See, not only did The Monster love B's pink, polka-dot dog bed, but he also loved his Momma and Papa, too, and was a glutton for attention. One afternoon, B saw The Monster laying in HER pink, polka-dot dog bed and could not believe her little doggie eyes. "The time is right," she mischievously thought, "to play a trick on The Monster." So, Princess B ran over to her Momma (Moi..) and plunged into her lap where she began to nudge her Momma's hand so that she would be petted. All of this attention B was getting from Momma made The Monster green with envy. So, he did as B had planned, and left the pink, polka-dot dog bed and ran over to them. "Ha ha!" B thought as she leaped off her Momma's lap and dove into the pink, polka-dot dog bed, "mine at last!" The Monster looked over to B with sad, dopey puppy eyes; he realized he had been tricked. But, instead of charging over to B and the precious dog-bed in order to start a dog-on-dog fight, he simply slinked over (because he very much looked like a slinky) and licked her face. He had already forgiven her for conniving against him, and little doggie tears of sorrow and regret began to fall from Princess B's eyes. She got up from the pink, polka-dot dog bed for the last time, and went to lay on the floor. The End.
B hopes you all caught the moral to the story -- that forgiveness is essential to change. If we only all forgive those that have hurt us, then maybe we would B able to see a change in their lives or our own. If we forgive, we let go of the pain that clouds our souls and allow clear light to shine through, such as Austen (The Monster) did whenever he forgave B. Not only did Austen change his perspective towards the situation and allow B to enjoy her time in the dog bed, but B changed as well. She realized that she was wrong and, in the end, wanted to do the right thing.
B says that's the most important thing about forgiveness -- that it's the right thing to do so that you can move on with your life. "Think towards the future with forgiveness, not towards the past with grudges," B says.
B would like to thank her little brother, Austen "The Monster" Terrell, for teaching her the beauty of forgiveness. She would also like to note that Momma threw away the pink, polka-dot dog bed because no one would lounge in it anymore.
We close this week by asking all of our readers to raise their right hand, or right paw, and state the following: This week, I will forgive at least one person, or pet, who has wronged me. I want to lift the weight of my grudges off of my shoulders and step forward into my new future of being forgiving. I want to "B" like B, and "B" forgiving!
B hopes to see you next Thursday where Week 3 will continue with a new Dogvotional.
Until then --
B: The Dogvotionalist
And with that, we start Week 2 of our Dogvotionals with a little topic B would like to call "forgiveness." B says forgiveness is a fickle thing: everybody wants it, but not everyone will give it. And we all know that being the one who gives is better than being the one who receives.
B would now like to tell a story in hopes of teaching a lesson to her readers: Once upon a time, B owned a pink, polka-dot dog bed. (True story -- I was there) And in this pink, polka-dot dog bed B loved to lounge for hours on end and dream about her beauty. One day, B's Momma (Moi..)and Papa brought home her new little brother, who B thought was a monster. The Monster (as we'll call B's little brother hence forth) also loved Princess B's pink, polka-dot dog bed, and he would constantly try and steal it from her. So, B decided that she was going to play a nasty trick on The Monster. See, not only did The Monster love B's pink, polka-dot dog bed, but he also loved his Momma and Papa, too, and was a glutton for attention. One afternoon, B saw The Monster laying in HER pink, polka-dot dog bed and could not believe her little doggie eyes. "The time is right," she mischievously thought, "to play a trick on The Monster." So, Princess B ran over to her Momma (Moi..) and plunged into her lap where she began to nudge her Momma's hand so that she would be petted. All of this attention B was getting from Momma made The Monster green with envy. So, he did as B had planned, and left the pink, polka-dot dog bed and ran over to them. "Ha ha!" B thought as she leaped off her Momma's lap and dove into the pink, polka-dot dog bed, "mine at last!" The Monster looked over to B with sad, dopey puppy eyes; he realized he had been tricked. But, instead of charging over to B and the precious dog-bed in order to start a dog-on-dog fight, he simply slinked over (because he very much looked like a slinky) and licked her face. He had already forgiven her for conniving against him, and little doggie tears of sorrow and regret began to fall from Princess B's eyes. She got up from the pink, polka-dot dog bed for the last time, and went to lay on the floor. The End.
B hopes you all caught the moral to the story -- that forgiveness is essential to change. If we only all forgive those that have hurt us, then maybe we would B able to see a change in their lives or our own. If we forgive, we let go of the pain that clouds our souls and allow clear light to shine through, such as Austen (The Monster) did whenever he forgave B. Not only did Austen change his perspective towards the situation and allow B to enjoy her time in the dog bed, but B changed as well. She realized that she was wrong and, in the end, wanted to do the right thing.
B says that's the most important thing about forgiveness -- that it's the right thing to do so that you can move on with your life. "Think towards the future with forgiveness, not towards the past with grudges," B says.
B would like to thank her little brother, Austen "The Monster" Terrell, for teaching her the beauty of forgiveness. She would also like to note that Momma threw away the pink, polka-dot dog bed because no one would lounge in it anymore.
We close this week by asking all of our readers to raise their right hand, or right paw, and state the following: This week, I will forgive at least one person, or pet, who has wronged me. I want to lift the weight of my grudges off of my shoulders and step forward into my new future of being forgiving. I want to "B" like B, and "B" forgiving!
B hopes to see you next Thursday where Week 3 will continue with a new Dogvotional.
Until then --
B: The Dogvotionalist
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Week 1 - "B" Kind
Greetings all --
I start off this adventure by giving you a short preface to this "dog-votional." I (Alison) will be transcribing all of B's thoughts, because, as you may have noticed, B cannot type. Nor can B talk, so I will try my best to accurately paint her true ideas. Note that I will only be using body language to work with, so please allow for error. On a side note: Please, B, forgive me if I misrepresent you in anyway.
These proceedings are in their entirety devoted to my mother, and B's "Grandmère," for her inspiration.
Okay, let's get this rolling.
Week 1 of B's Dogvotionals: "B" Kind
B would like to begin her series of Dogvotionals with an emphasis on kindness. She believes the key to all the world's problems lies in the availability of true kindness. If only we are kind to one another, then most of our problems with one another would cease to exist. "Choose to be kind, and leave animosity behind" (a direct quote from B). Start off your day by promising yourself to say at least one nice thing to a stranger. Compliment their outfit, cologne, hair, etc. B believes that if more people were complimented by complete strangers that the use of psychiatry would plummet and world-wide happiness would arise. B especially likes when strangers compliment her collar color. She works very hard to decide on which collar to wear, and is thankful for those who take the time to notice her collar selection. (Today she is wearing an eggplant colored velvet collar with matching diamond name tag -- very chic!)
Also, B would like to emphasize the importance of self-kindness. B believes that not only complimenting another person, but complimenting yourself is vital to overall happiness, because a peaceful world comes from happy people. B likes to begin each day by complimenting herself. She gazes into the mirror and chooses one thing she likes about herself. Today, she loves the whiteness of her teeth. Most celebrities pay thousands of dollars to have teeth as white as hers, and all she has to do is chew on a few bones periodically. B feels good about herself today, and so should you!
B would like to conclude this dogvotional by asking all readers to please raise their right hand, or paw, and vow to be kind this week by saying: I, (state your name), vow to be kind this week in order to promote world happiness and peace. I believe in the power of B's weekly dogvotionals and will promote kindness through my actions and words. "B" kind to yourself and one another!
B thanks you all for reading her weekly dogvotional and hopes to see you again next week.
Until then, "B" kind!
P.S. B would like to mention that one of the winning lottery numbers for this week's lotto is: 8. "Good luck!" - B.
I start off this adventure by giving you a short preface to this "dog-votional." I (Alison) will be transcribing all of B's thoughts, because, as you may have noticed, B cannot type. Nor can B talk, so I will try my best to accurately paint her true ideas. Note that I will only be using body language to work with, so please allow for error. On a side note: Please, B, forgive me if I misrepresent you in anyway.
These proceedings are in their entirety devoted to my mother, and B's "Grandmère," for her inspiration.
Okay, let's get this rolling.
Week 1 of B's Dogvotionals: "B" Kind
B would like to begin her series of Dogvotionals with an emphasis on kindness. She believes the key to all the world's problems lies in the availability of true kindness. If only we are kind to one another, then most of our problems with one another would cease to exist. "Choose to be kind, and leave animosity behind" (a direct quote from B). Start off your day by promising yourself to say at least one nice thing to a stranger. Compliment their outfit, cologne, hair, etc. B believes that if more people were complimented by complete strangers that the use of psychiatry would plummet and world-wide happiness would arise. B especially likes when strangers compliment her collar color. She works very hard to decide on which collar to wear, and is thankful for those who take the time to notice her collar selection. (Today she is wearing an eggplant colored velvet collar with matching diamond name tag -- very chic!)
Also, B would like to emphasize the importance of self-kindness. B believes that not only complimenting another person, but complimenting yourself is vital to overall happiness, because a peaceful world comes from happy people. B likes to begin each day by complimenting herself. She gazes into the mirror and chooses one thing she likes about herself. Today, she loves the whiteness of her teeth. Most celebrities pay thousands of dollars to have teeth as white as hers, and all she has to do is chew on a few bones periodically. B feels good about herself today, and so should you!
B would like to conclude this dogvotional by asking all readers to please raise their right hand, or paw, and vow to be kind this week by saying: I, (state your name), vow to be kind this week in order to promote world happiness and peace. I believe in the power of B's weekly dogvotionals and will promote kindness through my actions and words. "B" kind to yourself and one another!
B thanks you all for reading her weekly dogvotional and hopes to see you again next week.
Until then, "B" kind!
P.S. B would like to mention that one of the winning lottery numbers for this week's lotto is: 8. "Good luck!" - B.
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