So this morning, I took my dog out as usual. I observed Lily do what she has done 1000 times before. She went on the neverending quest for somewhere to take a piss.
So what is with dogs searching and searching and searching and searching for just the right spot to take a piss? She sniffs, sniffs, sniffs, and sniffs…Then she turns, turns, and turns some more. She starts to squat, but wait…That’s not the right spot. So she takes a whiff, takes a whiff, and takes a whiff again. She circles, circles, and starts to squat, but NO!!! After repeating this ritual a half a dozen times she finally finds just the spot, she squats and finally takes a piss.
Many say this is all part of a dog marking its territory. Could you imagine if humans participated in this interesting practice? In the case of men, they wouldn’t be looking for a place to piss, but a way to mark their territory as far women are concerned.
Imagine a man in a bar, searching for a woman he fancied. After an exhaustive search, he finds the one for him. Rather than go up and talk with her, all he’d have to do is piss on her bar stool. That’s his way of saying to the other fellows, “Stay away, she’s mine!” Ladies, wouldn’t that be a fun way to meet your prince charming?
Due to our politically correct environment, I have an important question:
Gathering around the dinner table is a wonderful way to wrap up the day and reconnect as a family. But like any good thing, eating as a family is a habit. If you’re not careful, you’ll gradually abandon this valuable family time.
That’s what happened to us. Schedules just got in the way of making the family dinner a priority. Someone is working late, or has a sporting activity, or has an event to attend. Before we knew it, we were eating our meals scattered about the house.
The tipping point came when my daughter filled her plate and departed to her bedroom for dining. That did it…
So I decided the holiday season was the ideal opportunity to correct this wrong. Christmas Eve came, we set the table, and broke bread as a family. The conversation flowed and the laughter was infectious. And the party continued as we cleared the table and did the dishes…together.
It was a repeat performance on Christmas night, and everyone agreed that enjoying meals as a family needed to be the norm and not the exception. So here we are on December 26th with a plan to dine again this evening at one table. Sure, we may occasionally find ourselves eating in shifts, but our new plan is that anyone present at meal time should meet at the dining room table.
Harmonious Groove 