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It is not difficult to imagine a world short of ambition. It would pro bably be a kinder world: with out demands, without abrasions, leather ugg boots without disappoint ments. People would have time for refle ction. Such work as they did would not be for themselves but for the colle ctivity. Competitio n would never enter in. conflict would be eliminated , tension become a thing of the past. The stress of creation would be at an end.

Art would no longer be troubling, but purely celebrator y in its funct ions. Longevity would be increased, for fewer people would die of heart UGG Ultra Sho rt boots attack or stroke caused by tumultuous endeavor. Anxiety w ould be extinct. Time would stretch on and on, with ambition long departed from the human heart.Ah, how unrelieved boring life would be!  There is a strong view that holds that succ ess is a myth, and ambition therefore a sham. Does this mean that success d oes not really exist?

That achievemen t is at bottom empty? That the efforts of men and women are of no significan ce alongside the force of movements new ugg boots a nd events now not all success, obviously, is worth esteeming, nor all ambition worth cultivatin g. Which are and which are not is something one soon enough le arns on one’s own.

But even the most cynical secretly admit that success exists; that achi evement counts for a great deal; and that the true myth is that the actions o f men and women are useless. To believe otherwise is to take on a point of view that is likely to be deranging. It is, in its implicatio ns, to remove all motiv es for competence , interest in attainment , and regard for posterity.

We do not choose to be born. We do not cheap ugg boots choose our parents. We do not choose our historical epoch, the count ry of our birth, or the immediate circumstan ces of our upbringing . We do not, most of us, choose to die; nor do we choose the time or conditions of our death . But within all this realm of choiceless ness, we do choose how we shall liv e: courageous ly or in cowardice, honorably or dishonorab ly, with purpose or in drift. We decide what is important and what is trivial in life. We decide UGG boots who lesale that what makes us significan t is either what we do or what we refuse to do. But no matter how indifferen t the universe may be to our choic es and decisions, these choices and decisions are ours to make. We decide. W e choose. And as we decide and choose, so are our lives fomp3ed. In the end, fomp 3ing our own destiny is what ambition is about. tw0727

Not that it was easy. "I had to know at all times who was going to be there and anticipate what Marjorie would need next, so it was always on my mind," says Henrich. "It was something I wanted to do, but it also neve r went away." Still, their women's ugg mini boots jury-rigge d arrangemen t worked remarkably well. Even as Baer lost the ability to read and write and engage in conversati on over the course of the year, she was able to continue to live on her own, walk to the market, t ake the subway to painting classes, and even fly to Iowa by herself to visit her brother Tom and his family.

"She was a generous person," says another friend, E lizabeth Whipple, "and it came back to her in truckloads ." Unmarried women are Ugg Classic M ini boots one of the fastest-gr owing demographi c groups in America, and increasing numbers of men are remaining single, too; experts are concerned about how caregiving will be managed for both groups as they age. If the exper ience of Baer's friends is a guide, the Internet will play a role.

It's already making it possible to create communitie s of caregivers who may have only one thing in common: the person Ugg Short boo ts who needs their help. On personal "care pages" set up through services such as Lotsa Helping Hands, friends and family members can post a list of tasks that need to be done, volunteer to do them, and keep upda ted on the person's condition. As Baer's cancer progressed , for example, her friends set up a page on Yahoo! where people could sign up to deliver meals or do errands.

Eventually , their help wasn't enough. One morning, a year after Bae r's diagnosis, Henrich checked in before work and found Baer on the floor. Th ough she wore a panic button on a chain around her neck, she hadn't used it. "I don't know genuine ugg boots how long she had been there," Henrich says. That was when Baer 's brother Phil stepped in. He and Tom had taken turns earlier making trips to Berkeley to care for their sister; now Phil, who lived in Los Angeles, took leav e from his job as head of air-condit ioning and heating at CBS Studio Ce nter—and from his understand ing wife, Joyce—to care for Baer full-time. "There was just no question in my mind that I would do anything I could, in cluding switch places with Marjorie," he says. "It made me realize h ow much I loved her."

 For the next few weeks, Phil look ed after her during the day. He oversaw the nighttime caregivers and consu lted with the hospice workers who assisted with medical issues and helped hi m prepare for Baer's death. But even then, his sister's loyal friends were irre placeable, he says, providing both practical and emotional Ugg Classic S hort boots sustenance .Several of Baer's friends were there when she died. "We were all trying to help ease her passing," says Whipple. "Phil put his hands on her chest, and she let go."Cather ine Fox, one of the friends who was present when Baer died,was deeply affected. "It was so comforting to know that if you're willing to ask for help, the generosity of family and friends can be phenomenal . It makes me feel secure and hopeful to know that help is there when you need it."

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward th e heavens. But always it brought me back to earth. Echoes of ugg classic t all boots cries of pain reverberat e in my heart. Children in famine , victims tortured by oppressors , helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness , poverty, and pain make a mockery o f what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.Thi s has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gla dly live it again if the chance were offered me. tw0726

I told my friend Graham that I often cycle the two miles from my house to the town centre but unfortunat ely there is a big hill on the route. He replie d, "You mean fortunatel y." He explained that I should be glad of the extra exercise that the hill provided.M y attitude to the hill has now chang ed. I used to grumble as I approached UGG boots sho p it but now I tell myself the following. This hill will exercise my heart and lungs. It will help me to lose weight and get fit. It will mean that I live longer. This hill is my friend. Finally as I wend my way up the incli ne I console myself with the thought of all those silly people who pay money to go to a gym and sit on stationery exercise bicycles when I can get the same value for free. I have a smug smile of satisfacti on as I reach the top of the hill.

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However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her. One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, “Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I’ll be alone. How lonely I’ll be!"

 &nbs p;  Marjorie Baer used to joke about her retirement plans. She wasn't married and had no kids, but she didn't intend to be alone—sh e and all her single friends would mov e into a fictional home she called Casa de Biddies. Instead, Baer developed terminal brain cancer when she was 52. But just as she'd hoped, her friends and famil y provided her with love and care to the end.

Baer's friends Lee Ballance and Mary cheap ugg cardy boots Selkirk were walking their dog one afternoon in July 2006 when they saw an ambulance in front of her house. Baer had had a seizure a nd collapsed. Ballance, a physician, hopped in his car and followed the ambul ance to the hospital to be at Baer's side while doctors tried to figure ou t what was going on. When they did, the news wasn't good: She had gliob lastoma multiforme , a particular ly aggressive form of brain cancer.

 &nbs p;  Baer's g ood friend Ruth Henrich took the lead. That seemed natural: Henrich, then 58, and Baer both worked in publishing and lived in the women's c lassic cardy same duplex. Though busy in her job as an associate managing editor at salon.com, Henrich took Baer to doctors' appointmen ts and helpe d her deal with all the aspects of life that were becoming increasing ly mysteri ous toher—an swering machines, TV controls, and even phone numbers.

After Henrich sent out an e-mail request, a group of volunteers signed up to ferry Baer back and forth to radiation therapy. Others in Baer's circle offered up particular talents: A nurse friend he lped Baer figure out how to get what she was  ugg mini boot s due from Social Security and her disability insurance; an attorn ey pal helped Baer with her will; a buddy who was an accountant took over her bills when she could no longer manage them. "There was this odd sense tha t the right person always showed up," says Ballance. tw0726

A man is known by the company he keeps they say. If it is so,then everyone is bound to have their baggage of loneliness with them as companions .loneliness is not something that doesn't exist at all with any human being on earth.Ever y human being feels lonely in his life at some point or other. It's but natural t o have such feeling ,because UGG Knightsbri dge that's wh at makes us all human and that is why we are as we are now.If we shed some ligh t on why we feel aloof or lonely at times, we would be very much astonished or even probably surprised by the results. We ourselves are responsibl e for our selfd efined gloominess . This is because at times we really feel that we are uncar ed for or feel someone doesn't understand us.

Sometimes we over analyze real life situations and have this growing sense of self pity insi de us. This feeling always gives us thoughts which picturise Knightsbri dge shop us always receiving the wrong end of the stick in life.The truth might not always be true if we touch our heart and see. Its just that our expectatio ns in life and from people around us or circumstan ces that we are facing,hav e got the bette r of us.

Expectatio n is the silent killer which murders millions of mushy and time tested re lationships . If there would have been no expectatio ns from anyone, the world wou ld have been a much better place to be. If there would Damen Knightsbri dge have been no expectatio nds,not many people would have had an aching heart and a life long grouse against there would have been better haves.If it wouldn't have been for unreasonab le expectatio ns not many couples would have divorced each other.

How to come out of expectatio ns them? Good question. The answer is when you give some thing, don't expect anything in return. When our mother gave birth to us, she never expected that we will give birth to her.She has stiefel online shop just fulf illed her desire to raise a family and live for them. In the same way, let our actions make us live for our self and let not expectatio n screw up the major portion of your lives. Let us have the freedom and will power to express o ur love, affection and longingnes s for people whenever we feel. Let us not restr ict our freedom of expression just because he or she is not responding the way we want them to.

Well all in all a little bit of loneliness is good for a self-analy sis to keep a check over your actions. Introspect ion always makes you communicat e with the inner self, but too much of introspect ion can make you scale the altitude of self pity. So show restrain at the right time.Probl ems are there to be faced and stiefel online kaufen overcome. We cannot achieve anything with an easy life. Helen Keller was the first deaf and blind person to gain a University degree. Her activism and writing proved in spirational . She wrote, "Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. On ly through experience s of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthen ed, vision cleared, ambition inspired and success achieved."

Douglas B ader was 21 when in 1931 he had both legs amputated following a flying ac cident.

He was determined to fly again and went on to become one of the leading flying aces in the Battle of Britain with 22 aerial victories over the UGG stiefel online kaufen Germans. He was an inspiratio n to others during the war. He said, "Don't listen to anyone who tells you that you can't do this or that. That's nonsense. Make up your mind, you'll never use crutches or a stick, then have a go at everything . Go to school, join in all the games you can. Go anywhere you want to. But never , never let them persuade you that things are too difficult or imposs ible." tw0726

Golden sunlight danced in the treetops, and children's laughter filled the park.The smell of popcorn played on the breeze, and life seemed go od. It was one of the happiest Saturday mornings I had spent with my little da ughter, Gigi.That is, until two strangers threw her into their car and sped away . It seemed like a bad dream. I could barely whisper when the police qu estioned me. For hours we waited, but there was no UGG Stiefel word on the whereabout s of the car. Tears would start to come. Then nothing. I was numb with fear.

"Go home, Ma'am," the sergeant said. "I'll have an office r drive you. We'll also want to monitor your telephone. The kidnappers might call, and we'll want to get a trace. Trust me, these guys can't get far." After what had just happened, it was hard for me to trust any thing.My friend Gloria came over that afternoon. "I heard about Gigi on the radio," she said. "Everyone is looking for the car. The inter states are all blocked." She took my UGG boots Sydney hand."Look here," Gloria said. "I want you have this picture, and I want you to pray with me."

It was a picture of a little girl sound asleep in her bed. Standing by the bed was a tall, blond angel. His hand was touching the girl's shoulder as he smiled down at her. My nerves were frazzled. "You know I don't bel ieve in that kind of thing!" I snapped. "I'm too exhausted for any hocus -pocus right now, Gloria! I want my daughter home!" I started to shake, and then I began sobbing.Gl oria placed the photo Australian UGG boots on our mantle and knelt down beside me. "Just pray with me," she said, holding my hand.

I had no strength left, so we prayed and waited what seemed an eterni ty. Together, we waited by the phone until sundown. The phone never rang.Sudde nly, the front door swung open. I looked up and screamed.T here stood Gigi. "Gi gi! Thank God!" I cried, throwing my arms around her."Where did those men take you? How did you get home? Did the police find you?" We were going real fast on an old rock road I'd never seen before. But then a tall man walked out in front of the car, and they ran off the road and hit a tree.Th en the tall man ran up handtasche n shop and opened the car door and pulled me out. He was real nice, and said I would be okay now, and that those men couldn't hurt me. I must have gone to sleep, because then I woke up here in front of our house. He must have brou ght me home."

"I don't know, Mommy," Gigi said. "But he was real frie ndly, and I wasn't scared of him at all."Just then Gigi noticed G loria's picture on the mantle. "That's him!" She squealed, pointing at the picture. "Mommy, the tall blond man dressed like an angel. That's th e man that pulled me out of the car!"I felt chill-bump s across my neck and arms. Gloria turned pale. "Are you sure that's the man?" Gloria as ked."Yeah, that's him okay. Except he didn't have wings, and he was wearing b lue jeans and a tee shirt. But that's him exactly. I'd remember damen han dtaschen him anywhere!" Later that night, the police found the injured kidnappers in their wrecked car fifty miles from our home. When ques tioned, the driver remembered swerving to avoid hitting a tall blond man .The backseat door that Gigi sat by had been completely torn off its hinge s.Twenty years have gone by. We have never heard from anyone claiming to have rescued Gigi. There have been no logical explanatio ns for Gigi's mi raculous escape and return home from a wreck so far away.

Gigi now takes her little girl to the park on Saturdays. They enjoy the sunlight as it dances in the treetops, the smell of popcorn, and the laugh ter of children. She keeps günstige handtasche n Gloria's picture on her mantle, and she remembers her angel ic friend.And , like my daughter, I have a faith that has carried me through m any trials since that day many years ago. tw0726

As a child I was slave to my impulses; now I am slave to my habits, as are all grown men. I have surrendere d my free will to the years of accumulate d habits and the past deeds of my life have already marked out a path which threatens to imprison my future. My actions are ruled by appetite, passion, prejudice, greed, love, fear, environmen t, habit, and the worst of these tyrants is habit. Therefore, if I must be a slave to habit let me be a slave to good habits. My bad habits must be destroyed and new furrows prepared for good seed.

I will form good habits and become their slave.

And how will I accomplish this difficult feat? Through these scrolls, it will be done, for each scroll contains  a principle which will drive a bad habit from my life and replace it with one which will bring me closer to success. For it is another of nature's laws that only a habit can subdue another habit. So, in order for these written words to perform their chosen task, I must discipline myself with the first of my new habits which is as follows:

I will read each scroll for thirty days in this prescribed manner, before I proceed to the next scroll.

First, I will read the words in silence when I arise. Then, I will read the words in silence after I have partaken of my midday meal. Last, I will read the words again just before I retire at day's end, and most important, on this occasion I will read the words aloud.

On the next day I will repeat this procedure, and I will continue in like manner for thirty days. Then, I will turn to the next scroll and repeat this procedure for another thirty days. I will continue in this manner until I have lived with each scroll for thirty days and my reading has become habit.

And what will be accomplish ed with this habit? Herein lies the hidden secret of all man's accomplish ments. As I repeat the words daily they will soon become a part of my active mind, but more important, they will also seep into my other mind, that mysterious source which never sleeps, which creates my dreams, and often makes me act in ways I do not comprehend .

As the words of these scrolls are consumed by my mysterious mind I will begin to awake, each morning, with a vitality I have never known before. My vigor will increase, my enthusiasm will rise, my desire to meet the world will overcome every fear I once knew at sunrise, and I will be happier than I ever believed it possible to be in this world of strife and sorrow.

Eventually I will find myself reacting to all situations which confront me as I was commanded in the scrolls to react, and soon these actions and reactions will become easy to perform, for any act with practice becomes easy

Thus a new and good habit is born, for when an act becomes easy through constant repetition it becomes a pleasure to perform and if it is a pleasure to perform it is man's nature to perform it often. When I perform it often it becomes a habit and I become its slave and since it is a good habit this is my will.

Today I shed my old skin, which has too long suffered the bruises of failure and the wounds of mediocrity .

Today I am born anew and my birthplace is a vineyard where there is fruit for all.

Today I will pluck grapes of wisdom from the tallest and fullest vines in the vineyard, for these were planted by the wisest of my profession who have come before me, generation upon generation .

Today I will savor the taste of grapes from these vines and verily I will swallow the seed of success buried in each and new life will sprout within me.

The career I have chosen is laden with opportunit y yet it is fraught with heartbreak and despair and the bodies of those who have failed, were they piled one atop another, would cast a shadow down upon all the pyramids of the earth.

Yet I will not fail, as the others, for in my hands I now hold the charts, which will guide through perilous waters to shores, which only yesterday seemed but a dream.

Failure no longer will be my payment for struggle. Just as nature made no provision for my body to tolerate pain neither has it made any provision for my life to suffer failure. Failure, like pain, is alien to my life. In the past I accepted it as I accepted pain. Now I reject it and I am prepared for wisdom and principles which will guide me out of the shadows into the sunlight of wealth, position, and happiness far beyond my most extravagan t dreams until even the golden apples in the Garden of Hesperides will seem no more than my just reward.

Time teaches all things to him who lives forever but I have not the luxury of eternity. Yet within my allotted time I must practice the art of patience for nature acts never in haste. To create the olive, king of all trees, a hundred years is required. An onion plant is old in nine weeks. I have lived as an onion plant. It has not pleased me. Now I wouldst become the greatest of olive trees and, in truth, the greatest of salesman.

And how will this be accomplish ed? For I have neither the knowledge nor the experience to achieve the greatness and already I have stumbled in ignorance and fallen into pools of self-pity. The answer is simple. I will commence my journey unencumber ed with either the weight of unnecessar y knowledge or the handicap of meaningles s experience . Nature already has supplied me with knowledge and instinct far greater than any beast in the forest and the value of experience is overrated, usually by old men who nod wisely and speak stupidly

In truth,&nbs p; experience teaches thoroughly yet her course of instructio n devours men's years so the value of her lessons diminishes with the time necessary to acquire her special wisdom. The end finds it wasted on dead men. Furthermor e, experience is comparable to fashion; an action that proved successful today will be unworkable and impractica l tomorrow.

Only principles endure and these I now possess, for the laws that will lead me to greatness are contained in the words of these scrolls. What they will teach me is more to prevent failure than to gain success,&n bsp; for what is success other than a state of mind? Which two, among a thouand wise men, will define success in the same words; yet failure is always described but one way. Failure is man's inability to reach his goals in life, whatever they may be.

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Back and forth I walk next to the barbed wire fence, trying to keep my emaciated body warm. I am hungry, but I have been hungry for longer than I want to remember. I am always hungry. Edible food seems like a dream. Each day as more of us disappear, the happy past seems like a mere dream, and I sink deeper and deeper into despair. Suddenly, I notice a young girl walking past on the other side of the barbed wire. She stops and looks at me with sad eyes, eyes that seem to say that she understand s, that she, too, cannot fathom why I am here. I want to look away, oddly ashamed for this stranger to see me like this, but I cannot tear my eyes from hers.

Then she reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a red apple. A beautiful, shiny red apple. Oh, how long has it been since I have seen one! She looks cautiously to the left and to the right, and then with a smile of triumph, quickly throws the apple over the fence. I run to pick it up, holding it in my trembling, frozen fingers. In my world of death, this apple is an expression of life, of love. I glance up in time to see the girl disappeari ng into the distance.

The next day, I cannot help myself-I am drawn at the same time to that spot near the fence. Am I crazy for hoping she will come again? Of course. But in here, I cling to any tiny scrap of hope. She has given me hope and I must hold tightly to it.

And again, she comes. And again, she brings me an apple, flinging it over the fence with that same sweet smile.

This time I catch it, and hold it up for her to see. Her eyes twinkle. Does she pity me? Perhaps. I do not care, though. I am just so happy to gaze at her. And for the first time in so long, I feel my heart move with emotion.

For seven months, we meet like this. Sometimes we exchange a few words. Sometimes, just an apple. But she is feeding more than my belly, this angel from heaven. She is feeding my soul. And somehow, I know I am feeding hers as well.

One day, I hear frightenin g news: we are being shipped to another camp. This could mean the end for me. And it definitely means the end for me and my friend. The next day when I greet her, my heart is breaking, and I can barely speak as I say what must be said: "Do not bring me an apple tomorrow," I tell her. "I am being sent to another camp. We will never see each other again." Turning before I lose all control, I run away from the fence. I cannot bear to look back. If I did, I know she would see me standing there, with tears streaming down my face.

Months pass and the nightmare continues. But the memory of this girl sustains me through the terror, the pain, the hopelessne ss. Over and over in my mind, I see her face, her kind eyes, I hear her gentle words, I taste those apples.

And then one day, just like that, the nightmare is over. The war has ended. Those of us who are still alive are freed. I have lost everything that was precious to me, including my family. But I still have the memory of this girl, a memory I carry in my heart and gives me the will to go on as I move to America to start a new life. Years pass. It is 1957. I am living in New York City. A friend convinces me to go on a blind date with a lady friend of his. Reluctantl y, I agree. But she is nice, this woman named Roma. And like me, she is an immigrant, so we have at least that in common.

"Where were you during the war?" Roma asks me gently, in that delicate way immigrants ask one another questions about those years.

"I was in a concentrat ion camp in Germany," I reply.

Roma gets a far away look in her eyes, as if she is rememberin g something painful yet sweet.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I am just thinking about something from my past, Herman," Roma explains in a voice suddenly very soft. "You see, when I was a young girl, I lived near a concentrat ion camp. There was a boy there, a prisoner, and for a long while, I used to visit him every day. I remember I used to bring him apples. I would throw the apple over the fence, and he would be so happy."

Roma sighs heavily and continues. "It is hard to describe how we felt about each other-afte r all, we were young, and we only exchanged a few words when we could-but I can tell you, there was much love there. I assume he was killed like so many others. But I cannot bear to think that, and so I try to remember him as he was for those months we were given together."

With my heart pounding so loudly I think it wil1 explode, I look directly at Roma and ask, "And did that boy say to you one day, 'Do not bring me an apple tomorrow. I am being sent to another camp'?"

"Why, yes," Roma responds, her voice trembling.

"But, Herman, how on earth could you possibly know that?"

I take her hands in mine and answer, "Because I was that young boy, Roma."

For many moments, there is only silence. We cannot take our eyes from each other, and as the veils of time lift, we recognize the soul behind the eyes, the dear friend we once loved so much, whom we have never stopped loving, whom we have never stopped rememberin g.

Finally, I speak: "Look, Roma, I was separated from you once, and I don't ever want to be separated from you again. Now, I am free, and I want to be together with  you forever. Dear, will you marry me?"

I see that same twinkle in her eye that I used to see as Roma says, "Yes, I will marry you," and we embrace, the embrace we longed to share for so many months, but barbed wire came between us. Now, nothing ever will again.

Almost forty years have passed since that day when I found my Roma again. Destiny brought us together the first time during the war to show me a promise of hope and now it had reunited us to fulfill that promise.

Valentine' s Day, 1996. I bring Roma to the Oprah Winfrey Show to honor her on national&n bsp; television . I want to tell her in front of millions of people what I feel in my heart every day:

"Darling, you fed me in the concentrat ion camp when I was hungry. And I am still hungry, for something I will never get enough of: I am only hungry for your love."

Growing up, I always wanted a dog. Probably because most of my friends had them, my favorite TV families had them, and it just seemed normal, and American, to have a pooch in the house.

My Dad is very clean. Not just clean, I might say more Danny Tanner-ish in his habits. As in, he hoses down the backyard, and front walkway, and even gets halfway down the street, just for fun, until we have to yell, “Dad, you’re wasting water! You can’t hose down the world!” Then he stops, and comes inside, and starts the very important task of scrubbing the fingerprin t smudges off the walls.

So, no dog. When I was eight, we moved across town to a larger house, with a pool, in a “safer� � neighborho od, in a gated community. With a large yard. I was very against moving. Why, I cried, were we picking up and deserting everything and everyone we knew and loved?! Our old house was great, we had an avocado tree, it was on a super steep hill, what more could you want?! Well, in order to calm me down, I guess, my parents told me that we could get a dog when we moved to the new, barren home. I was sold. I quickly shut my trap.

I feel it was serendipit ous that we didn’t get a dog after the move. My parents said that I would never walk it, which I vehemently denied, but which was probably true. And saying we would get a dog and not following through was pretty much the ONLY thing my parents ever promised that didn’t happen in my life so far. I guilted them about it for a few years, sobbing on holidays when I said “the only thing I want is a dog” and refused presents. Then snuck them into my room on the sly.

I am in my twenties now, and our new roommate just moved in. She has a dog. A West Highland Terrier, or Westie, as they are known. He is fluffy, but not too fluffy, small, but not too small, white, but not too white. He is perfect.

I don’t even believe in perfection really, but this dog is perfect for ME. Its the dog I always dreamt of having, and it loves me as I knew a dog would. It follows me into the bathroom when I shower. At first we would scare each other, I was not used to having a non-human, living thing with a beating heart following me around and it would surprise me around corners.

Slowly, we got used to each other. Now I can tell when the dog needs to go out, or when he just sees a few birds in our yard. I give the doggie water, I walk him, and I teach him boundaries . My boyfriend was impressed when I taught him how to lie in his bed while the humans are eating, so as not to bother us. “I can’t believe he listens to you.” As Cesar Millan would say, I am the Alpha Dog.

In some ways, I am glad I have (been forced to) wait until this age to have a dog around. I don’t take him for granted. I am happy every morning when I wake up and hear his little nails clicking across the floor. We are a good match. I can see how a dog is not for everyone. They are very needy and require a lot of attention and affection and structure.

Now my parents are semi-retir ed but my Dad travels a lot for work. He’s off to Luxembourg , Mexico, or the Turks and Caicos every month. I ask my Mom  if she would like a dog to keep her company. She says no, she has a stepdog now (ours) and she can visit it whenever she wants.

And yes, my furry friend will go with me wherever I want to go and whenever, he is very accomodati ng like that.

Growing up, I always wanted a dog. Probably because most of my friends had them, my favorite TV families had them, and it just seemed normal, and American, to have a pooch in the house.

My Dad is very clean. Not just clean, I might say more Danny Tanner-ish in his habits. As in, he hoses down the backyard, and front walkway, and even gets halfway down the street, just for fun, until we have to yell, “Dad, you’re wasting water! You can’t hose down the world!” Then he stops, and comes inside, and starts the very important task of scrubbing the fingerprin t smudges off the walls.

So, no dog. When I was eight, we moved across town to a larger house, with a pool, in a “safer� � neighborho od, in a gated community. With a large yard. I was very against moving. Why, I cried, were we picking up and deserting everything and everyone we knew and loved?! Our old house was great, we had an avocado tree, it was on a super steep hill, what more could you want?! Well, in order to calm me down, I guess, my parents told me that we could get a dog when we moved to the new, barren home. I was sold. I quickly shut my trap.

I feel it was serendipit ous that we didn’t get a dog after the move. My parents said that I would never walk it, which I vehemently denied, but which was probably true. And saying we would get a dog and not following through was pretty much the ONLY thing my parents ever promised that didn’t happen in my life so far. I guilted them about it for a few years, sobbing on holidays when I said “the only thing I want is a dog” and refused presents. Then snuck them into my room on the sly.

I am in my twenties now, and our new roommate just moved in. She has a dog. A West Highland Terrier, or Westie, as they are known. He is fluffy, but not too fluffy, small, but not too small, white, but not too white. He is perfect.

I don’t even believe in perfection really, but this dog is perfect for ME. Its the dog I always dreamt of having, and it loves me as I knew a dog would. It follows me into the bathroom when I shower. At first we would scare each other, I was not used to having a non-human, living thing with a beating heart following me around and it would surprise me around corners.

Slowly, we got used to each other. Now I can tell when the dog needs to go out, or when he just sees a few birds in our yard. I give the doggie water, I walk him, and I teach him boundaries . My boyfriend was impressed when I taught him how to lie in his bed while the humans are eating, so as not to bother us. “I can’t believe he listens to you.” As Cesar Millan would say, I am the Alpha Dog.

In some ways, I am glad I have (been forced to) wait until this age to have a dog around. I don’t take him for granted. I am happy every morning when I wake up and hear his little nails clicking across the floor. We are a good match. I can see how a dog is not for everyone. They are very needy and require a lot of attention and affection and structure.

Now my parents are semi-retir ed but my Dad travels a lot for work. He’s off to Luxembourg , Mexico, or the Turks and Caicos every month. I ask my Mom if she would like a dog to keep her company. She says no, she has a stepdog now (ours) and she can visit it whenever she wants.

And yes, my furry friend will go with me wherever I want to go and whenever, he is very accomodati ng like that.