I am still here. And I am still thinking.

So Mommy went and did the teacher training, which she finished, and then she did a little more and opened a studio and did some more and then a little more just to make sure she knew what she knew and them did another one.  She started saying WHOA a lot for some reason.  When she's not doing the trainings, she has to go do the teachings, because people come to her to learn the yoga and I will be honest with you, I am a little bit sick of hearing about it.  She needs to think about something else from time to time, like camping, and cooking hot dogs over a fire, and maybe even just camping on the deck and grilling some nice hamburgers or some tasty chicken.  Lately she has been taking some rest and looking at things, and writing, and so I thought it might be a good time for me to begin writing again too.  Perhaps you'll find some wisdom in what I say.

First, I would like to introduce you to the song I have chosen as my theme song.  You can play this as you read, if you like:

Mommy told me the other day that she is in a place of learning to ask people for help.  I don't know how that means she is in a place when she is just sitting with me, but I am willing to humor her way of speaking, and I try not to shake my head when she says she has had to learn to do that.  I ask her to help me all the time.  It's only natural.  When my blanket falls off the bed, I go to her, and if she is asleep I stand upon her and see to it that she wakes and gets my blanket off the floor.  I cannot drag it up onto the bed by myself, and I cannot sleep without it, so I ask for help.  When my food dish is less than 2/3 full, again, I ask for help. If it is time for my constitutional or my sunbath, I ask for help.  She understands, and gives the help.  And I help her!  When the good pizza comes to the door that I'm not supposed to tell you she orders as much as she does, I herd her down the hall by nipping at her knees to make sure she walks in a straight line to the kitchen counter, as that is the most efficient way.  I do lots of little things like that.  It is natural to help and ask for help.  So I think she should just be natural about this.  

If I saw you had dropped a hot dog, I would pick it up for you and take care of it.  I would eat it so you wouldn't have to clean it up or worry about throwing it away and have the weight of being wasteful on your conscience.  That is helping.  Humans clean up after dogs, so we clean up after them.  Go ahead and drop something on the floor, like a piece of chicken, or steak.  Yes, try steak.  Call your dog, and drop a steak (rare - rare is good).  See that?  He just helped you.  When I try to take up the whole bed at night, I am only making sure that nothing gets near my mommy.  And when I wrap my whole body around her head on her pillow, I am only trying to make sure she stays warm, because her face and ears don't have any hair and she might take a chill.  So I am helping.  See how utterly natural it is?  

And all you have to do is ask.  Or not.  Sometimes, like when I wrap myself around mommy's head, I can just see she needs the help so I give it.  And people have that, too, I think.  People are, for the most part, intelligent.  

And that is what I have been noticing and thinking about lately.  I'm going to go kick it like Bruce Lee and listen to my song some more.  Do create an enjoyable evening for yourself, and dance some.