My puppy is an almost 14 year old black Lab. In other words, she’s very old for her breed. Her muzzle is graying, and she’s creaky all over. But she chows down her “puppy supper” twice a day like she’s been starved for weeks on end, and begs for treats all day. When my parents ask me why I’m not letting her go yet, I tell them when she stops eating, I’ll know it’s time. So far, she’s a piglet, so therefore she’s still happy.
One thing that she’s always done: When she bows, which is her way of asking for a snack, I’ll stand up and she whacks me on the back of my leg in a “HURRY UP, MOM” way. She’s almost knocked me over a few times, but it still makes me grin.
What does this have to do with anything, you’re probably asking yourselves and me right about now.
It’s about habits. Things that we do every single day that we might not even realize about ourselves. I finally realized that I couldn’t start the day until I brushed my teeth. Couldn’t start writing until I thoroughly washed my hands. And couldn’t sit down at my desk until I was in my favorite PJ’s. Then had to brush and wash again.Which makes no sense because I’m a horrible house cleaner otherwise.
Habits. They’re either good for you, or goofy as hell. Mine are goofy, and I know it. But I can’t start my day without them. And I’ll be devastated when the the day comes that my dog doesn’t push me any longer. It’s her habit. And she’s good at it.
And I can’t even begin to write until I’ve brushed, washed, brushed, washed. I’m a whackjob by any standard.
Do you have habits you have to maintain to start your day? Or is it seriously just me?
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