People
talk about sharing and giving and all of that thoughtful stuff and I just shake
my head, scratch my ears and lick my feet. I don’t really get it. What’s mine
is mine right? I am entitled to my food, my toys, my bed, but it seems that I
am supposed to share. Where did this concept come from? Whoever made it up has
never met me or they would have put in an exception clause. Some of us were
just born greedy. You just get more stuff by being self-centered and when the
world revolves around you, life is good. I sometimes pretend to share so that
my Mom will say “Oh, that’s so nice Chuck” while I am thinking “not really
Mom.” It is a good way to earn a treat and a friendly pat on the head. I just
can’t keep it up very long. Maybe I should just be secretly selfish and no one
would really know. I know that you, my blog followers will not betray my trust
so let’s just keep this discussion between us. I will snarl more quietly when
someone comes near my stuff: just loud enough for my selfish message to get
across. I will pretend to share my toy and then snatch it back before anyone is
the wiser. I really don’t care what anyone thinks, but I do have a reputation
to uphold. Please do your part by telling everyone what a good dog I am….kind,
thoughtful, generous, smart, handsome…yadda-yadda-yadda. If you do this for me,
you won’t get anything because I am selfish.
Chuck
Generosity
Challenged
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| This is me pretending to share my new favorite toy (you know for the camera and all). Cayenne however knows that I am not going to so much as let her look at MY toy. She's all blurry 'cuz she's shaking her head…she really should know by now. |
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