Blossum is the Ventriloquist
You know, mine is the secondary voice in this partnership. Though I do have some clever ideas on occasion, my function is that of Assistant to the Director. I’m to drive the car, navigate the route, find the parking space. My opposable thumbs nominate me to type the script. But I’m really the puppet. Blossum is the ventriloquist.
Mommy: “So, what’s on your mind today Blossie?”
Blossie: “The theme is Do Today. Not tomorrow. Today.”
Mommy: “What does that look like, Divine Dog?”
Blossie: “Take a look-see…”
“First thing in the morning, I burst outside with excited anticipation. I sniff, I listen, I follow my inner urge to revisit every corner of our garden for riches I have failed to notice in previous explorations. True, I have lived here for over 5 years, so it seems I must know this space like the back of my paw. Nevertheless, I have discovered there are always nuances to reveal, riches to uncover.”
“Humming ‘Who Let the Dogs Out’ to myself, I wander over to the potted fern and dig in the soil, my long nails reaching deep. I’m hoping to retrieve the chewy I snuck out of the house and buried, imagining it has now achieved the perfect bouquet. Voila! My persistence is rewarded and I drag out my prize, a diminished version of its former self, but all the better from the mud marinade. Hooray!! I have successfully trained myself to celebrate the victories, large and small.”
“Do Today today. Leave tomorrow for tomorrow. Granted there are gonna be a few big tomorrows, but we’re not there yet. It’s only 2:45 in the afternoon and the sun is fading fast.”
“So sniff the day-old poop for clues to the meaning of life, soak up the warmth of the setting sun, uncover a treasure you forgot you buried, and hang close by your loved ones…they just might drop the most delicious morsel of the day.”
