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
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