Sunday, September 5, 2010

Out of the Loup

Out of the Loup
Great title, eh?

Thanks, Sandy er Mrs. Young, (She’s a teacher. Gotta show some respect here) for that great title. Hope you don’t mind that I stole it from you. My name is pronounced “Lou” in the French (meaning wolf in case you didn't know but I'm sure you did) I still think it fits nicely and rolls off the tongue like speaking French words. Love speaking French. Great language.

Anyhow, back to the point of my essay. Don’t want Melanie, Cathy’s essay teacher, to tell me I’m meandering and have too many dropped threads and too little focus. Then again, I have been told I’m extremely hyperactive so lack of focus is often a problem for me. Maybe I'm ADD (Attractive, Delightful Dog, that's me, ;))

Good thing I’m so incredibly handsome and charming to make up for it, right? *Winks and grins showing teeth that make a ping sound when the light hits*

Do you ever wonder why you’re living at this place and time? Do you ever wonder what your purpose is for being here?

Why wasn’t I born as another dog in a different country or even a different century? Why am I a dog and not a spider? I think I’d like to be a spider. They spin the coolest webs, don’t they? Such smart insects, er, arachnids, I mean. Love that word, arachnid. Spiders do such great things eating stupid insects like house flies and mosquitoes. I hate flies and mosquitoes pestering me. Another reason to love winter. Sorry all you summer-loving people out there

Spiders are even smarter than some dogs I know whose name starts with T and ends with R. GRRRR! Stupid dog. Wish I could spin a web and wrap him all up in it. Wouldn't want to eat him though. That's just too gross. Anyhow, where was I?

Oh, yes. I do tend to ponder these heavy questions when I’m here in the backyard twiddling my paws or when I’m working as a bouncer at Winnie’s Restaurant. If I was like Tanner I wouldn’t worry about such things and would only be concerned about my next meal or walk. Life is so simple when you think in those basic terms.

There must be some reason for me being here in 2010. Have you figured out your purpose? It’s hard to figure out what our purpose is. I know Cathy struggles with it a lot, the poor dear and she’s fifty already. She’s always trying new things in the hopes that she’ll find herself some day. Silly girl. Why does she need to find herself? Did she lose herself somewhere? I don’t understand the concept myself. So New Age. Maybe she’s hoping that one day everything will all magically fall into place, a lightning bolt will strike, and she’ll truly understand what she’s been put on the Earth for. Somehow I don’t think it works that way.

In my opinion, you find yourself and sense of purpose when you stop navel gazing and look outside yourself. When you take more of an interest in the world around you, you discover who you are. When you reach out and connect with others, you discover lots about yourself. When you use your talents to help and bring joy to others, that’s true purpose.

All it takes is a leap of faith and willingness to take a few risks. And a belief that you have something worthwhile to share with the world. We all have something to share, no matter how small. Well, I don’t know about Tanner having much to share but anyhow, you get my drift.

This navel gazing stuff is stupid, don’t you think? I like to ponder but I’ve never been much into navel gazing. I can’t see my navel anyhow. Too much fur.
I think we’ve lost touch with our sense of purpose in our quest to find happiness and self fulfillment. Happiness isn’t a constant thing in life anyhow. Sadness is part of the journey. The sun doesn’t shine all the time. Get used to it.

Sorry to rant. Don’t mean to lay guilt trips on anyone. Just pondering as I often do. Being such an intelligent and articulate dog can be a curse at times. It would be much easier to be like Tanner and be totally governed by the primitive brain. Poor dog. He can’t help it really.

Anyhow, have a great weekend and enjoy your long weekend for folks in North America having Labour Day. Don’t mind me. Just ol’ Loup pondering as usual. It’s either that or dig a hole for Tanner to fall into which is what I’ll do next. Woohoo! Can’t wait to see his face! Mwhahahaha!

Love and Licks,

From Loup

1 comment:

  1. Hey there Loup!
    I don't wonder why I am where I am; I simply accept it. Humans though, they aren't like us. They have so many questions! I have a question too.... can I have a cookie?