But, of course, in my efforts to battle my demons I do have a not so pretty tale to tell. Today, when walking the Bogiemeister, and letting him off leash for a few moments in a small park, a lady with a Doberman, yelled, "hey, get your dog! Leash your dog! This is a lead only park!" to which I couldn't help but reply, "Oh, thanks for telling me what to do. Thanks for teaching me." And with a frustrated exclamation exclaimed, "I so love the people of Vancouver!" Another enemy made. But, let me say this, on multiple occasions, in this very same park, I've enjoyed watching my boy canoodling a bunch of other dogs who were, yes, off leash! It's all just so confusing. How can I be a good little resident with such fickle rules?
I have to look at myself though and know that I am attracting what I most need to learn - to overcome. Must figure out how not to react when confronted in such a punitive manner - but it's not easy. One benefit is that my blood was boiling, thus I was warm. On a cool, blistery day I was warmed by my own fury. Maybe that's the answer to conquering Vancouver's chilly winter - just keep on reacting with hot blood so that I become hot blooded and well, not cold. Ironic really.
No comments:
Post a Comment