I don’t know how close it is, but I feel it’s the next celebration on the way. I know it’s the Year of the Dog. I wonder what dog is the symbol? Not any of the dogs honored in the dog shows. not the ones carried around in women’s purses, too precious to walk on the ground. yes, it is winter but dogs are closer to wolves than to human babies. They want fresh air, they want as much of the things of nature as they can get. They can run in the snow, sleet and rain without galoshes and hats and coats. they can wear and even get used to these things…but they need us to make them. so everybody, so back as far as you can to the old ways.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the old ways, the really OLD ways. When we wore skins and furs. I had a vision how in the old days I was a Native American. I was tall, and I was a guy! Well. I didn’t really see a see a weewee but I was dressed like a guy and I lived in this little room that had newspaper on the walls. I tried to see a date but I couldn’t. i thought it was in the future and there hat been come earth change but maybe it was just a cold Indian winter.
Anyway, the year of the dog is coming. Dogs are mans best friend, cats are woman’s best friend.
Every day in every way, I am getting better and better and better!