Gretchen Rubin wrote in The Happiness Project about the year she spent “test-driving the wisdom of the ages, the current scientific studies, and the lessons from popular culture about how to be happy.” The Puppiness Project is my attempt to learn the same from Honey, my Golden Retriever.
Who Can Resist Love?
At the park yesterday, Honey solicited lovies from everyone who passed.
First, her eyes brighten. Her tail starts a low, imploring sweep. Then, when she realizes the object of her affection is on the way to see her, she starts the happy dance with her paws. By the time the person arrives at her side, Honey is literally falling over on herself to soak up the love.
Occasionally someone will pass who is immune to the Golden Glow (or smart enough to avoid a Golden Retriever while dressed in black). But everyone gets that initial show of interest.
Honey doesn’t worry about what other dogs will think of her promiscuous displays of affection. She doesn’t care about the cool and dignified Doberman across the street laughing at her. Or the one-person German Shepherd who might call her an affection slut.
Honey is love with four paws and a floofie tail. And she couldn’t be any other way.
I’m Lucky My Husband is a Masochist
Saturday night my husband whispered to me, “In two hours, it will be our anniversary” and caught me by complete surprise. For 23 years, I’ve been forgetting our wedding anniversary. I’m going for the world record for most forgotten anniversaries, which previously had always been held by men.
I try to show my husband every day that I love him. But after 23 years of marriage, I’d guess he’d appreciate hearing it more than always having clean socks and underwear in the drawers and his favorite box of cereal in the cupboard. I’m very practical in the way I show my love and, as you have probably guessed, not terribly romantic.
Love With the Proper Stranger
I’m not much better with friends.
Daily, I wonder when Americans got so “huggy.” I’ve been known, on more than one occasion, to erase a blog comment I just wrote because I worried it was too “gushy.” I feel a very deep desire to show my support for people who are struggling but look for ways to do it anonymously.
Oh, and here’s the one that will really kill you.
When dealing with Agatha’s and Christie’s separation anxiety, I read that we should nonchalantly go out the door after saying something cheerful. I used to say, “Be good puppies. We like you.” I can’t even say I love you to a dog.
What You Give Will Return to You
I’m sure a therapist would be happy to take my money to figure out why I feel so uncomfortable sharing my affection. Any number of friends and acquaintances would probably speculate for free. In the end, I’m afraid to share feelings I’m not confident will be returned.
You’d think that after 23 years of marriage and a long friendship before that, I’d at least trust my husband. But what can I say? I need to become more like Honey.
Honey never hesitates to show enthusiasm at meeting any new person. It isn’t always returned. And when that happens, she honestly looks disappointed. But it’s only a flash before she tries to catch the notice of the next person happening by. Or until she looks up to meet my eye.
I guess I could do worse than to be like a Golden Retriever looking for love in all the
Monday Mischief Blog Hop
After a six-mile round trip walk yesterday, you’d think Honey would be too tired for mischief. But she aroused herself enough to discover a love for strawberry ice cream. My strawberry ice cream.
See what mischief your friends have been up to. This Blog Hop is brought to you by Alfie’s Blog, Snoopy’s Dog Blog, My Brown Newfies and Luna, A Dog’s Life and you can read more about how to link up here.