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Life is Good. I’m a Dog…
And You’re Not!

Four-legged Lessons for a Day Well Lived

by
Mark and Winifred Oman

Photography
Liz Stavrinides

 

INTRODUCTION

 

DATELINE: Carmel, Ca.

Five-thirty in the evening. Enjoying a glass of Panilonco Merlot Malbec from Trader Joes.  I turn and smile at my five-year-old terrier mix rescue, Winifred, sprawled on the couch, head between paws. We lock eyes. And I can’t help thinking…

Am I the only one who looks in the eyes of his dog and knows exactly what she’s thinking?

Good. Then you understand.  I have no doubt Winifred does her damnedest to remind me how lucky I am to have her as my teacher. Her look is unmistakable: So many things to be thankful for. Get with the program, Oman!

I’m working on it. Give me a break, girl. I’m only human!

Of course, that is exactly the problem. I’m human. Winifred’s a dog.  As someone very wise once said, “the teacher will appear when the student is ready.”  And boy was I ready three years ago when Winifred picked me out of the primates wandering past her pen at a Monterey County SPCA adoption event.  As I walked past, her eyes flashed, Where do you think you’re goin’? That’s right. I’m lookin’ at you, sweetheart…

Ever since I have found myself reminded, cajoled, and dragged at the end of Winifred’s leash to explore lessons I should have learned by now. I feel no embarrassment in saying that since that fateful day I have become more attuned to what, for Winifred – and increasingly moi – constitutes a day well lived.  Then again, what does that even mean… A day well lived?

Aristotle called it eudaimonia, often translated as happiness, joy, thriving and relishing life in all its twists and turns and detours.

Quite a load to fit into one day. And while what follows may not get you all the way to eudaimonia, if you are willing to entertain a shift in perspective, Winnie and I promise to help expand your vision of how to begin the journey. All it takes is a willingness to look at things from the other side. Or in this case, the other end of the leash.

Case in point, has it ever occurred to you that, in fact, you do not take your dog for a walk. It’s your dog that takes you! Look at the evidence: Who leads the way, you or your pooch? Who has to poop? Winifred takes me for a walk three times a day whether I have to poop or not!  I rest my case.

So… If you are willing to let your dog to take you for a walk, then get your tail in gear, follow your nose, and open your head and heart to the grand adventure of getting through each day with as much joy as humanly possible. (Not in be confused with the nearly impossible canine joy Winifred exudes every day.)

As I write at my desk, Winifred trots into my office and gives me the look. You know what I’m talking about.  Imploring, heart-wrenching, impossible to ignore, a laser beam into your soul instantly making you putty in her paws.

I swivel around giving her room to jump on my lap, her back against my chest, ears erect like goal posts, my chin splitting the uprights. Her eyes peruse the computer screen. She knows this is about her.

I better get it right.

 

 

 

 

Rise & Shine!

 

Winifred is an early riser. I was less inclined. Until Winifred showed me the error of my ways. I confess I was not a quick study. I got quicker when Winifred greeted dawn’s early light with her tongue up my nose. Good Morning!

Within a week, I was sufficiently trained. Now I am up, dressed and making coffee while Winnie, no fool, has my side of the bed to herself, stretches out and catches a few extra zzzzs on my pillow.

Next on the morning schedule, stretching class! Watching Winifred do her downward dog and shake out sleepy muscles looks so good I follow her example. Got the downward dog. Still having trouble with upward human.

Winnie is patient. Sits and watches while I take off slippers and put on shoes for our morning walk. I fumble with the laces on my sneakers. I swear Winnie gives me the whites of her eyes, Paaa-lease

It’s cold out there, so I grab a sweater and coat. Winnie is less patient. To her and my wife, who has already finished a two mile walk up and down our hill, it is not cold out there. It’s brisk!

All right. I’m sorry. I’m a wuss!

Now bundled for a stroll in Antarctica, I smile at Winnie, “You ready?” She jumps up on my barrel chair, does her circle dance, tail thumping a happy samba. I hitch her up in halter and leash. Winnie grabs a hank of leash in your mouth and drags me out the door.

Out the backyard gate, Winnie pulls me across a field to the street. My two wheels are no match for the power of her four legs. She is thirteen pounds of four-wheel drive pulling a biped with a bum wheel.  Neighbors smile – no question as to who is taking whom for a walk.

It’s also true that it is not horribly cold. Or maybe it’s just that Winnie’s pace is making me trot behind at a pace giving me mild aerobic exercise in the fresh, brisk air!

I unzip my hoodie, ready for the assault on the stairs to the top of Ribera Road.

 

Winifred’s Lesson for a Day Well Lived

If your dog is fat, you’re not getting enough exercise.

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A Nap is a Wondrous Thing

 

After a tasty lunch, I can’t think of anything better than a little siesta with 13 pounds of happy tail, warm tummy, and big brown eyes sprawled across my chest.

I realize this may have more to do with my age and other assorted conditions. I prefer to attribute my new-found appreciation for afternoon siestas to watching Winifred in angelic slumber, at peace with herself, and the world – a well-earned time-out from her hard life watching me slave at the computer and rail at life’s slightest injustices. She deserves her nap time. And so do I!

A good nap is a wondrous thing – a floating dream-state somewhere between consciousness and deep sleep. As Winnie lays on my chest, I rub her back and ears. My hands relax and pull away.

Not so fast, Oman… Winifred’s paw reaches out, clamps onto my paw and pulls it back for more.

A few more rubs and scratches and I’m finished… She’s not, her paw again slapping mine, I’ll let you know when you’re through, sweetheart…

Another minute massaging behind the ears and her eyes slowly close.

to sleep – to sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub…

Not for Winifred. The only rub is behind the ears, and then to sleep. While I have no evidence to support this, I believe the ease with which Winifred can drift away to dreamland is directly related to her inability to waste one second in negative self-talk, feeling unworthy, undeserving of a happy life, or any other useless human musings.  I can’t say my propensity for such self-flagellation has ever made anything any better.

And animals in general, have no sense of whether they are pretty, handsome, or on the wall-flower side of their breed. In other words, they don’t waste a lot of time and energy wondering if your affection is based on their physical attractiveness. They certainly don’t give a woof as to your good looks, or lack thereof. They cut right to the core of your heart and soul… or lack of either!

Nor does Winifred live in the future, worrying about what will happen next week or fantasizing about her well laid plans for the weekend. Winifred is all about whatever wants to happen. Now.

And at this moment, all that wants to happen is a lovely nap. A little snooze full of…

                                   Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you /
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you …

Gus Kahn had it right when he wrote those lyrics for Dream a Little Dream of Me.

Watching Winnie in deep slumber, I whisper… Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you

Winifred’s Lesson for a Day Well Lived

A nap is a wondrous thing.
Make time for cuddling and snuggling
with your furry four-legged friend…
or a two-legged one!

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Life is Good. I’m a Dog… And You’re Not!

A 92 page full color gift book. Featuring 24 of Winifred’s Lessons for a Day Well Lived

$12.95

“The perfect gift for anyone who treats their
four-legged family better than their two-legged variety!”

 

To order a personally PAWtographed copy contact Mark and Winifred at: omanmark@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

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