It’s been a bit of a rough week, due to a couple of dog issues. Nothing to do with my own dogs, of which I have four; it’s more along the lines of what could be considered by most people as First World problems: the cancellation of my new favorite show, Downward Dog, and the failed attempt to adopt a dog from the Humane Society.
It’s like the Universe is trying to communicate something to me, these two issues that brought me grief, but I am not sure what. At this point I can only see it as a sign that it is dogs that I should write about for this session of the 40 Days. I have so many stories in so many capacities that it is doubtful I will run out of material. I will make a point to start from the beginning, with memories of my first dog, and go from there, backtracking at times where I feel it is necessary, and taking full advantage of my vivid memory.
Laying back on my pillow as I write this, I am surrounded by dogs, and it is likely there will always be at least one close by as I navigate through the next 39 days. Inspiration at its best, when your toes are warmly tucked under a sleeping Schnauzer. And who knows, by the end of 40 days there may be a new dog to draw inspiration from.
And so commences my own personal Dog Days of Summer.