Things I have learned from (been taught by) my dog.

”…We like to look upward. We start as children, looking up to men and women who do amazing things on grass and turf, hardwood and ice, [chessboards, and battlefields]. As we get older, [we shift our focus from “looking up” to look around] to those who do amazing things in classrooms, [churches,] board rooms, laboratories, legislatures . . . to those who speak and create and negotiate, to those who research and discover and write.“ 

The Wire, who are your heroes? 11/3/19

My fun-size dog ”looks up” to me, Literally. Both canine and masters have a mutually beneficial role to play yearning for someone to rely on in assurance that their abundant necessities in life are met. It seems have been placed in a canine DNA that it spontaneously looks up to its master. I, as well as master, am the ultimate source to whom my little friend looks when in need of provisions.  In turn, I have developed a Keen desire to commune on the highest level with my best friend–in this instance, I need to get down to her level, literally! In itself, this is no profound thought, though. The Chihuahua breed by design is built low to terra firma for to fulfill some grand scheme in the master-builders profundity. I like to think that the Master in his all-knowing reasoning designed it just so to draw me to eye level with my companion.  I could go further and bring forth an analogy of humanity’s Master, desiring to commune more fully with his creation on a personal level,  humbled himself, and lowered himself, to his/her eye-level, and took on the personification of a man in the person of Jesus the Christ.

Being a confirmed bachelor, I hope I can get away with the following statement with my reputation intact. When relationships work in harmony, a deeper communion assembles the prerequisites for a prosperous, abundant attitude and life.

My profound conclusion is like this:

It could also be said that man, as master, is designed and created proportionately with his domesticated likeness, requiring spontaneous submission to his Master for closer communion.

At the brink of my 64th year, I continue to refine my thoughts, and though the fires, I’m still learning from my dog!