Aren't we perfect just the way we are??
I watched an infomercial about a magical method to train your dog.
I've seen it before and I walk away in shame every time. I can't afford the five minute solution, which means I will probably be living with problematic dogs forever.
I don't know why I watch this infomercial again and again, trying to find the magic answer because I always walk away feeling doomed. I watched with hope as all of these crazy, rambunctious dogs are turned into the perfect dog, over and over. Those could be my dogs! They could be perfect too! My eyes were glued to screen as this mysterious product solved EVERY dog problem there was, in minutes!! Why I subjected myself to the torture was way beyond me, but I sat there and wanted one of those perfect dogs in my home.
When I finally tore myself away, defeated and hopeless, Daddy was coming home and the dogs were jumping around like crazy. No where near the perfect dogs on the screen and so far from getting there. Feeling utterly hopeless, it was playtime and the dogs continued with their insanity until I went out to play with the them. I had a hard time shaking off the doom I was feeling. While my dogs ran around wildly, I still wanted one those other dogs that were so perfect.
Next thing I knew Silver was bringing me her football for a game of fetch and chase. She teased me with the ball, shaking it in her mouth, while taking off before I could catch her. Throwing her head back as if laughing with victory. Then Fiona joined in on the fun, trying to steal the ball from Silver and beat her in the chase for it. Brut and Zappa were in a mad hunt with Daddy to find the squirrel that just had to be somewhere. While Chance and Blaze were having a good chasing game waiting for their turn to play with me. I took a moment to take it all in and I realized I did have the perfect dogs for me.
Six devoted friends that despite all the errors, mishaps, and mistakes I've made, still loved me. Even with all my shortcomings and lack of experience they were still as happy as could be. They didn't care that I wasn't perfect and I realized I didn't need the perfect dog either. I wanted and needed MY dogs and that was good enough for me.