Wednesday, December 22, 2010
A Dog's Tail
There are all sorts of indicators or hints in one's life, each unique in its interpretation from multiple perspectives. Some are painful and blunt, like the sack of Bret Favre last week that, from my perspective, should be interpreted by Mr. Favre as the hint that his days of receiving brutal punishment are not numbered. They are over. Then again, that's my perspective. Within his own now rather muddled noggin, Mr. Favre may be thinking that until I'm out there in a walker, I'll keep on playing.
This interpreting thing has had me thinking recently as to the concept of timeliness or proper timing. Lingering on the stage too long is an immediate discomfort to the unfortunate audience and is usually realized embarrassingly late by the lingering actor. So, I'm looking around for the true indicators, ones that will minimize every one's empathetic supplies.
I've settled on checking with my dog. This inter-species barometer should do me right. I mean, how can you not trust your tail-wagging so-glad-to-see-you fellow resident? The day that the pull to stay home and tussle the dog's ears is stronger then the push to go out and do battle in the biz world populated now with whipper-snappers that believe face-to-face means text-to-text is probably the day that retirement is the sane option. I'm certainly not there yet, but I find myself some mornings struggling to leave the pooch at home by himself.....it's his company I'm preferring to that of the folks at work.
Perhaps if they waved their tails or communicated some other positive action, the dog's company would not be as enticing.
Ho. Ho. Ho.
This interpreting thing has had me thinking recently as to the concept of timeliness or proper timing. Lingering on the stage too long is an immediate discomfort to the unfortunate audience and is usually realized embarrassingly late by the lingering actor. So, I'm looking around for the true indicators, ones that will minimize every one's empathetic supplies.
I've settled on checking with my dog. This inter-species barometer should do me right. I mean, how can you not trust your tail-wagging so-glad-to-see-you fellow resident? The day that the pull to stay home and tussle the dog's ears is stronger then the push to go out and do battle in the biz world populated now with whipper-snappers that believe face-to-face means text-to-text is probably the day that retirement is the sane option. I'm certainly not there yet, but I find myself some mornings struggling to leave the pooch at home by himself.....it's his company I'm preferring to that of the folks at work.
Perhaps if they waved their tails or communicated some other positive action, the dog's company would not be as enticing.
Ho. Ho. Ho.
Labels: 2010: Are We Recovering Yet?, Idiosyncracies, Office Behaviour, People
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WP,
Performance..I'm not sure about as I don't have to be walked 5-6 times a day,
Company? On that one you're probably right as he can get away with licking people's faces when they're working well and growling when they're not. i, unfortunately, am still bound by human (read that "P.C.) rules.
Performance..I'm not sure about as I don't have to be walked 5-6 times a day,
Company? On that one you're probably right as he can get away with licking people's faces when they're working well and growling when they're not. i, unfortunately, am still bound by human (read that "P.C.) rules.
Destiny has a way of telling us things. Favre was shown a bit of destiny against the Bears. If he comes back to play, he had better wear extra pads.
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