“I Always Wondered …”
This afternoon as I was looking for the bright side of cleaning dog poop off carpet in the new house, I found myself thinking, “Well, I always wondered where the dogs would go in this house.”
Really? I always wondered that?
Because that might not be the best thing to wonder about.
(You know, that “thoughts becoming things” thing.)
But I sure enough have. From day one of moving into this new house I’ve looked around wondering where they would “go” in an emergency. Now I realize that that might not have been the wisest wondering I’ve ever had.
In my other house they relied on the corner of the rug that happened to be right in front of the tv. So if you turned the tv on in the dark, or just weren’t paying attention as you walked over – sometimes, not often, but occasionally – you’d meet with an unpleasant surprise.
(It was almost always a boyfriend who got that surprise, since I’m a quick learner.)
Not that poop on rugs happens a lot, but when you have foster dogs and they’re still learning the routine of life in a house, it happens. And dogs can smell everything. They know where the action’s gone down. No matter what I clean it with. They know where the “spot” is.
(In fact, now that I think of it, they may have just picked up on my expectations rather than relied on their keen sense of smell.)
Regardless, on this afternoon, I realize what my wondering led to. Since we moved in I wondered where the new “spot” would be.
Yeah – I know. I feel like an idiot now. But that’s okay – I love that about me.
My “wondering” even had a little tinge of fear associated with it, since I learned long ago to live with occasional accidents in the house, but Russ hasn’t. This is new to him. And my regular readers know that my expecation of his triple virgo qualities don’t always lead to the best manifestations. (Should I change that one already?!)
For the record, the spot is in the corner of the formal dining room by the plant. Sadie christened it.
And not with the easy-to-scoop poop. This has stain potential, so I’ll be using my manifesting powers for good the rest of this afternoon.
It’ll go something like:
- How nice I can’t even tell where it was!
- Very cool it’s dry and looking perfect before Russ comes home!
- How lucky am I that he comes home when it’s dark, although I don’t even need that luck, because it looks fine in broad daylight.
- Even better: How cool it is that my sweetie laughs when I tell him about it! (Although, in case I don’t, favorite daughter-in-law and one of only two family members who read this blog, let’s have this be one of the posts we don’t mention.)
The good news, as we’re used to finding over at our friendly forum, is that this is a very out-of-the-way spot. And Sadie would not have done this had she felt well, which she obviously didn’t.
More good news is that perhaps now I can stop thinking of this house as pristine and can stop being on edge for every gash in the wall and scratch on the door. Maybe I can even stop of thinking about “spots” altogether.
And maybe now I can be more conscious to what I wonder about.
You know I’d love to hear what YOU’RE wondering about today, and regularly … Where do your innocent wonderings take you?
Do you wonder about what you’ll say when the boss notices your late? Or wonder who you’ll thank in your acceptance speech?
Do you wonder how to respond to all the compliments at the reunion? Or wonder how to handle disapproving stares?
I’m curious! Please drop a note! And thanks, as always, for being such great company on the journey.