Greetings, dear Basia and loyal readers of her blog. I am Lucky. Yes, I truly am lucky, but that is actually my name, hence the capital L. Basia asked me to write a discourse on the true meaning of glamour. I am honored and touched. After much meditation and reflection, I humbly share the following insight.
Realizing that most of Basia's readers are human, I hope after reading this, you will begin to see your pets as a reflection of the Divine love, loyalty and acceptance that all beings--human or animal--truly seek. I hope you will be a source of that unselfish love and genuine acceptance to all those whose lives you touch. The human world is in great need of this gift. We dogs have been trying to train you for a long time.
I know, you are probably wondering what all this has to do with glamour. I am getting there. I used to think of glamour as something artificial or external...like the looks that get your mug on the cover of Dog Fancy. But after much reflection, I see a broader meaning. I learned this through my relationship with the woman who takes care of me. From this point forward, I will refer to her as "my friend."
You see, unlike Basia, I am not pretty or glamourous in the classic sense of the word. You won't find me in a tiara...not on your life! I would describe my general appearance as "scruffy." I'm not much for grooming, my breath is rather pungent and have a few unmannerly habits. However, to my friend, I am the most beautiful girl in the world. She loves me as I am. And I love her the same way. I don't care if she is wearing her bent up glasses or if her hair's a mess. Her morning breath doesn't bother me. I like her without condition.
I've taught her a few tricks and she's taught me a few. I like to lie down in the spot on the floor where the sun is shining. Sometimes, when no one is watching, she does this to. I like to follow her around the house. I am truly interested in whatever she is doing. She takes me outside for walks and to the dog beach sometimes and I really love that, but I'm not expecting it. I am just as happy doing whatever she really wants to do.
Sometimes, I get nervous because my friend's son has people called "boys" over with loud voices and big feet. When they come into the house, I hide under the table that I have made my den. Sometimes, I get so scared, that I wet myself. My friend knows this about me and she is really forgiving and compassionate. I also know a few things about her that are not very flattering and I give her the same acceptance.
Every once in awhile, I get mixed up and think the carpet is grass. It really feels like it. If I poop on the rug, my friend tells me how she feels about this, but quickly forgives. Just like I forgive her when she gets busy and doesn't let me outside as much as she should.
What I've observed is that humans don't usually accept, forgive and love each other without condition the way dogs do. It's really a shame because to be glamourous is to be someone whose kindness, gentleness, giving and forgiving shines forth from the inside. This Light is so big and comfy that you just want to lie down in it and soak it up.
With Love and Loyalty,
A Lucky and Glamourous Dog
