Ode to Dog


Before I moved in here the dog was living a borderline rescue dog life. She was alone 14 hours of the day and in darkness for half of those hours during the winter months. The lowest point was when my mother was keeping her in the bathroom for the whole time while she was at work. She didn’t want her pooing or peeing on the carpet. I suppose if your bloodline is only one generation away from when they ate dogs then locking them in a bathroom might not seem so deplorable. Also, this somewhat recently purchased 35-year-old rancher might be seen by some people as a starter home but she sees it as her dream home. Living your first 50 years in poverty gives you a different perspective on everything.

The relationship I formed with the dog was gradual and unintentional. Slowly I began optimizing her lifestyle by changing her diet, going for walks, brushing her teeth daily and wiping the snot from her eyes multiple times throughout the day. I retrained her to go do her business outside in the yard instead of on those pee pads. Rather than being a pain in the ass, washing her feet after a walk or cleaning her butt has just become something I have to do.


I discovered there was a doggy door already installed that was hidden behind a shoe rack. It’s possible that it was used as a cat door in the past. It took some training to get her to use it but now she uses it like a pro. It’s probably enriched her life tenfold. I’m praying no raccoons will ever find their way through there.


For most of my life there was always a dog wherever I was living but I never had the intention to care for them. Somewhere along the line I decided I was going to with this one. Perhaps it has something to do with the stage of life I am in now or maybe I was trying to fill a void. It becomes a whole new experience though when you care for a dog instead of just owning one. I believe it can make you kinder person.



This is when I say, “look at you you’re all tucked in.”



Breakfast beside bed



Poorly Educated

There was a 72-year-old legally blind man I was assisting a while ago. He told me he used to stare at the sun because he thought it was good for the eyes. This guy is someone’s father.

Growing up, the advice from the familial elders was to go to university and work hard. The vagueness of this advice is as ineffective as giving someone a fish instead of teaching them how to fish.

Like technology, advice becomes antiquated as quickly as fashion trends. Years of university can leave you deeply in debt with only a useless degree to show for. Working hard by itself is for suckers. If all you’re good at is working hard then you’ll be working hard forever.
Daily Prompt: Educated