Lowering Standards

I believe life is filled with compromise, give and take, ebb and flow, win and lose etc. etc. etc...... Each thing I take on usually first has a vision or perhaps more accurately a fantasy. For example, I used to high jump, I would see myself effortlessly floating over the bar at six feet. While this was the vision, the reality was I cleared 5' 51/2", yes there's a 1/2 in there and it's important. Or when planning a hiking trip you see yourself poised on a cliff overlooking a breathtaking valley, face not dirty, no mosquito bites, no blisters, no thoughts in your head of eating all the food in your backpack so it will be lighter, just you, a vision in front of the camera capturing your bliss. There's a point to this story....

I awoke to Wally flopping around impatiently and whining in his crate at 5:30am, otherwise known as O'dark 30 and damn early on a Saturday but alas what makes dogs great is time does not matter. We love them for this quality. Except at 5:30am on a Saturday... I am all for seizing the day, just not at 5:30, on the first Saturday of a 3 day weekend. I drug myself out of the sweet spot I'd just found again in my pillows and stood up feeling around for clothes because I'd slept in my boy short drawz. I couldn't find my robe, couldn't locate any sweatpants, didn't have one pair of pajama pants in my dresser..... So, I did what any self-respecting animal lover would do and I went to Wally's crate, told him good morning handsome, complimented his wagger tail and stood on our front porch in the middle of Vancouver in my underwear. When I envisioned our time together as dog and owner, him contemplating a good pee spot while I shivered in my underwear, was not part of the vision. Nothing's perfect though, as he sleeps now exhausted on the kitchen floor after a full day of playing, all seems right. Perhaps since he stayed up late, we won't be up so early tomorrow. Either way, I'll make sure my pants are close!