Saturday, June 1, 2013

Birthday reflections

[The following post is written by guest blogger, Lupita.]

How stunning are the changes which age makes in a man while he sleeps!  --Mark Twain

Ah, another year has passed.  And so quickly!  It seems only yesterday I was a young pup, frolicking in the back yard, learning the habits and skills of a moderately well-behaved pug.  I have picked up a few less-impressive habits as well, such as my murderous ferocity for all who deliver pizza to our home, and my persistent snoring.   But I have also mellowed a bit with age.  I am now more reflective than reactive, and take much peace in my advanced meditation practice and occasional hot yoga.  

When I was born twelve years ago.  iTunes and the iPod were announced, gas was $1.50 per gallon, Wikipedia was launched, and of course, the terrible events of 9/11 transpired.  I have been fortunate to be insulated from the quotidian trends of technology and politics.  Most of the information that I process is olfactory, and I quite prefer it to the human ways of ruminating and fretting.  

Today will be a fine spring day, and a typical day in the life of this senior pug.  I will visit the groomer (also known as "the torture chamber") to have my nails clipped.  I will enjoy a nap.  I will spend some time listening to Daddy play his horn.  I will sit on the porch to watch the sunset, the rest of my pack having an evening cocktail as we lounge together on the stoop.  It will be a fine ending to the first day of a new year.

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