Have you ever looked at dogs? I think they are fascinating. The stubbornness of some leaves me awestruck.
My last dog, Gar, (a lab-husky mix with alpha male tendencies) once got into a fight with our other dog, Murphy (a chow chow) and the two of them duked it out until they were so TIRED that they literally sat next to each other, both holding onto the others neck skin, panting and gasping for air in between the fur holds. The only person that got hurt in that fight was my ex-husband who tried to pull the two apart!
The other day, I watched Rico holding onto his stick. He first was resting his head on top of it with the stick over both front legs (see below). Then he would chew it and then rest his head there with it in his mouth (see below). I watched him and kept cracking up at how he kept lifting up his head but wouldn’t move that stick. He must’ve sat there for nearly 20 minutes like that. Plenty of time to snap this shot.
Which got me to thinking…Where am I like that? Where do I show up like a dog with a bone? When do I compromise my comfort for what’s in front of me now, for what I think I have to do to have what I want? Where do I compromise what’s in front of me now for what only promises to be later?