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do what matters

soooo….yesterday? not so much.

{spoiler alert: this is a serious post. it might make you sad, but don’t worry, it has redeeming qualities.}

yesterday after work, i headed to the dog park with two happy dogs in tow, oblivious as to what was about to happen. i didn’t know that when i got there i would find a woman sitting by the side of the road. i didn’t know that she would be petting an injured {stray} dog that had just been hit by a car. i didn’t know that i would be sitting there with her, petting the dog until it passed.

{due to our separate circumstances, neither one of us could take the dog to the vet. we both had dogs at the park, small cars, and limited funds, so we sat there together on the sidewalk, waiting for animal control, desperately hoping they would get there in time to euthanize the poor thing. the physical injuries weren’t beyond repair, but the poor guy clearly had head trauma; my years working at a vet’s told me that much. as he lay there struggling to breathe and then finally stopped, it was enough to know that he was not alone and neither were we. cars, pedestrians, and cyclists went by, but we stayed there–much to the confusion of the two police officers who had stopped–until the animal control officer came and unceremoniously took the body.}

why am i telling you all this? why am i ruining your perfectly good thursday?! ahh, for that i really am sorry, but i needed to talk about this. not just about what happened, which was terrible, but why i chose to sit there when i could just as easily have walked away. in fact, i need you to know why i actually ran towards a perfect stranger and an injured stray dog.

i ran over there because i thought i could help. i ran so that other stranger wouldn’t have to deal with it alone. i stayed because it’s what i would want a stranger to do if it had been my dog. {and omigosh i wanted to run away.} i stayed because all i could offer was comfort. it didn’t matter to me that the police officers thought i was strange. or that no one else came to join our cause. i did it because it was important. i did it because it was good. i did it because it was the right thing to do.

and–as promised–here’s the redeeming part, taken from the you are not special graduation speech by david mccullough, jr {which if you haven’t seen, you really, really should. or read the text here}:

“do whatever you do for no reason other than you love it and believe in its importance…Develop and protect a moral sensibility and demonstrate the character to apply it….And then you too will discover the great and curious truth of the human experience is that selflessness is the best thing you can do for yourself.”

{this may sound a little funny coming from someone who makes jewelry, but i’ve tried having a job where i wore my heart on my sleeve and after it wore me down, it wore me out. i try to make a difference where i can–even though it’s not my nine to five–and i firmly believe that you have that power, too, no matter what you get paid to do.}

p.s.: i also highly recommend watching temple grandin’s call to get back to “doing real stuff”, aka stuff that matters, delivered as a commencement address. {her speech starts at two minutes, or you can read the text here.}

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June 14, 2012 at 1:02 pm 2 comments

couldn’t resist

you know how you sometimes stumble across something so fabulous that you think you’ll burst if you don’t share it? theron humphrey’s photos of his coonhound, maddie, on stuff have me positively gushing. check out every image here. then maybe order one for your house. just an idea.

if you’re feeling particularly love-y towards dogs today, check out these brave life-saving dogs then vote for your favorite. so many inspiring stories. so hard to choose!

March 8, 2012 at 2:54 pm Leave a comment

sometimes, you just need to take a break…

thank goodness scientists have discovered that walking away from something frustrating can lead to that “ah-hah!” moment.  and neuroscientists know that sleeping on it helps you store info in long term memory.  and my dog sadie knows that sometimes, you just need a nap.  even if your hiny is totally hanging out.

March 19, 2010 at 1:40 pm 1 comment

now maybe i can get some work done!

mom said we were driving her insane (does that mean we get to go for a ride in the car?!), so we went for a spin around the block.  we saw a cat that wanted to play (awesome!), an amber yellow pinto (no lie), and poop.  lots and lots of poop.  trust me, we smelled every single piece.  except for the ones sadie ate.

now we’re at home with our worn out little noses and rawhides to keep us pacified and entertained and–theoretically–quiet.

and the mail man has already come, so we can rest easy.

February 25, 2010 at 3:56 pm 1 comment

a little science for you…

for your edification, i present to you the mangled finger graph.  part of a little experiment i like to call “not-so-still-life with beagle”.  it’s not as bad as it looks, but my sweet little beagle did bite me pretty hard on my right index finger while i was trying to give her a medicine that is very good for her.  my finger isn’t horribly mangled, but it is bruised and hurts a lot when i try to, say, use it.  the tape reminds me not to before the pain can remind me that i have short term memory problems.

that’s the least of my woes, however.  having an injured finger limits the amount of crafting i can do, so i’m not sure what’s on tap for today.  i’m not even doing a very good job with all this typing.  if i didn’t concentrate, my post would look like this:

rigt idex figer does’t work so well toda.

for those of you who have working right index fingers, that reads: my right index finger doesn’t work so well today.

sigh.  i guess from my dog’s point of view, i have 10 fingers, so what’s one less?  i mean, i have opposable thumbs, right?!

February 16, 2010 at 2:11 pm 2 comments


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