If you read the blog on Monday, you know that Bunny was a little miffed about the fact that we didn’t get to hiking. She mostly felt that it was Mr. Taleteller’s fault and when things didn’t work out, she let her feelings be known. She was pretty clear about it, too. Being disappointed stinks.
I have to admit, I was really disappointed, too. However, unlike Bunny, I can’t make my feelings known by leaving a message on the carpet. Well, I guess I could, but I am fairly certain that I’d be the one cleaning that mess up and I want no part of it.
Mr. Taleteller and I did take a short road trip to a little town where they have a statuary. We’ve gotten a couple of really nice Greyhound statures there in the past and my husband is thinking that the German Shepherds should be equally represented. Since we got to put an emergency tire on the van last week, we weren’t planning to add a new German Shepherd to the yard that day, but we thought it would be fun to see if they happened to have one. In any event, it was a nice drive and it allowed us to stay out of the heat.
Normally, we’d have taken a few of the dogs along with us, but it was too hot to leave anyone in the van, even for a short amount of time. As much as I love the dogs and love having them go on trips with us, I love coming home to them every day even more than that. We won’t risk anybody’s life just to avoid sad puppy dog eyes.
Still, it was hard to leave them behind and realize that we weren’t going to get to have any special time with them over the weekend. I admit that I sort of stewed about it in the back of my mind all weekend. It’s not that I think it was anyone’s fault of that it could have been changed. I just couldn’t quite seem to let it go in my mind.
As I ruminated on it Sunday night, I came to the conclusion that maybe I need to deal with my own disappointments more like Bunny does than the way I usually do. I don’t mean that I intend to start pooping on the carpet. I mean that I should just express my feelings and accept that some things can’t be changed and then move on with life. By the time we got to the lake on Saturday night, Bunny had forgotten all about being upset earlier in the day. She’d made her feelings known and then she moved on without any of the earlier day’s disappointment holding her back from enjoying the lake. I need to learn to deal with my own feelings sometimes and then allow myself to move on and enjoy things, too.