Missing Out
At first glance, my dog Faith appears to be the most A.D.D. dog that ever was. She runs from person to person, staying only a few moments before something else catches her attention and she rushes to the next room to get the scoop on what people are doing there.
I can never keep her attention for more that a few moments before she starts to look restless, with her eyes straying to another room, where invariably, there is some type of activity occurring.
Recently, I saw her napping with my father one Saturday afternoon. Well, rather he was napping; she was lying next to him with a tortured expression on her face. There was activity in other parts of the house and she could hear it – she simply could not slip out of her current situation to investigate it.
Before I lose you on the perennial habits of my compulsive dog, I’ll get to the point. One day while watching her bounce from person to person, I realized that she is terrified of missing out on something. You may be thinking that this revelation is not revolutionary at all; you deduced it from the first paragraph. This may be true, but I plan to take this conclusion regarding my crazy dog further and contend that in some respects, she perfectly represents the human condition. Read the rest of this entry »
The Sasquatch Soul: wandering, searching deeply, and avoiding photos. 