I notice as time goes on, he's been with us two years now, he's very often here in the office with me. It makes me happy. And, it makes me feel safe. But, today as I sit here listening to Christmas songs, it occurred to me that it also makes me feel loved.
Now, you need to know something about terriers: they are not, let me repeat, are NOT lap dogs. They aren't necessarily all that cuddly. If you want a dog who needs, wants, demands to be with you all the time, you'd best consider a Pom or a Poodle, or any number of breeds, just not a terrier.
It's not that they aren't social or pack animals because terriers certainly are, it's just that they're not needy that way. Let me see if I can tell you how it goes with them: A terrier goes about its day and every once in awhile they realize they should check to see where you are and if you are where they left you. Once they determine that all is the way they want it, they go about their business and allow you to do the same.
This part of the terrier personality is one of the reasons I've always been drawn to them. But, I will admit, there are times when I wish that I had a snugly, lovey dog who just wants to curl up with me all the time. Times like now, when Christmas is here, and sentimentality takes on a life of its own and can swamp me with emotions. Just having a wee soul that thought of me as the center of its universe and that could take the place of those I wish I was with for the holidays but will only be with in spirit.
A dog to curl up on me when I'm sitting exhausted from all the doing that the holidays brings on the ribbons and bows trailing through our lives. A quiet presence that makes me relax as we sit together and just rest.
But, alas, I have terriers. And, it's just not their way.
So, when I turn around and see Argyle, it occurs to me, that I feel loved when I spy him there. Even though he's doing his thing, he's doing it in the same room. And, it reminds me that he likes resting with me someplace close by. He's deliberate in his choice of where to be... he loves me in his way on his terms.
And, that's what I wanted to say today. Love, comes in many different aspects and is presented to us in ways some subtle and some overt. But, love, like most profound emotions generally doesn't shout; instead it slips in and fills us up. Like Argyle quietly slipping up into the chair to rest as I work.
This holiday season, I hope you have the gift of awareness to discern and accept the aspects of love that are in your life, especially if you are struggling with feeling loved or are missing special folk. I hope you can let go of the ideas you have about what love is and is not, and instead, open your hands and hearts to the love that is there, all around, subtle, quiet, waiting. Love that is yours as a gift from The Creator who sends out the very best for all us, especially at this holy and profoundly moving time of the year.
Thank you, Argyle, for reminding me of the many faces and facets of love. We brought you home, two years ago for Christmas. You continue to be a wonderful gift who makes me smile. I love you, too. Yes, I understand you're trying to rest here. I'll be quiet now.
Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Argyle's Mommer