I knew right away when we adopted Jewell, our first Skye terrier, that I wanted to be reincarnated as our dog. Yesterday confirmed it.
I have been burning the proverbial candle all the way up and down. The final clue was finding myself too tired to sleep. Jon the Blessed suggested a spa day. After thinking about it, I opted instead for Theodore's version of a dog day. You decide.
Goal 1: Rest and Oblivion
First, no alarms. And definitely no bright light. Years ago, Lyla, the ever thoughtful gifter, presented me with “blinks.” They may resemble bras (which should have discouraged Jon from pilfering mine, yet didn’t), but function like perfect blackout drapes. Buy some and don them. If your brain still churns, feel around on the bed for the dog, snare him in a furry embrace and embrace puppy mode; before you know it, snores all around. Having chosen the spa would have necessitated at least knowing what time it was. Dog wins paws down.
Goal 2: Sartorial Simplicity
I know women who get dressed up to go to the spa. How can that compete with an entire day spent in cozy pyjamas? For one thing, cake crumbs wash nicely out of flannelette. And dogs get dressed only for bad weather. Enough said. Dogs 2: Spa 0.
Goal 3: Comfort Food
The cake crumb reference gave me away. A perfect day includes some tasty bits, Theodore advises. As a veteran meal-maker, I celebrate the virtues of Fast, Simple, and Healthy. Sometimes they even coincide. So for lunch there was yesterday’s healthy homemade soup but with a chaser of roasted almonds and dark chocolate. On a roll, for supper I reheated leftover channa-from-scratch, tossed a salad and threw together a garlicky eggplant side. The equally leftover Key Lime cake provided the Fast and the Simple. Dog-gone delicious.
I humbly offer you the perfect day, as designed by Theodore and Jewell. Note the self-satisfied smile.
P.S. Came across this stanza and realized it spoke to my Keele/Hobbit self.
Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
For those that wander they know not where
Are full of trouble and full of care;
To stay at home is best.
Obviously Longfellow had a dog!