The Fursons are about to take off to another state on a whirlwind 4 doggrandparent, 4 nephew, and 1 niece Christmas tour, but before we do, I thought I'd share this snippet of spirit. The dogs don't have a religion; they know only fulfillment of their basic needs: food, exercise, etc. and that's what they seek. And play—my dogs seek play: with each other, with their friends Lucy, Peaches, Jasper, and even tiny Molly. Well, they also seek some cuddling and belly scratching, and I swear I've seen all of our animal smile at different times. Lexa and DJ like to hear when they're doing good, and they love to run to the door, tails wagging when Robert gets home. So maybe they seek some affection, connection, and affirmation. Plus they all surround us when we sit down to watch tv, so clearly the pack is a kind of community they want to be a part of. Then there's that little slice of something else—if one of us doesn't feel well, or if one of the dogs hears a wimper or a cry, both dogs appear aware, concerned, ears cocked, eyes intently looking at the one in pain, not to mention the cats who will simply sit on and warm a sick person. Their actions if not their religion show a semblance of compassion and caring. I'm trying to learn as much as I can from the planet, and besides the range of smells and sounds I can't ever learn from the animals, I'll take that reminder. It doesn't take a building or a book to teach us how to be a good pack, make someone purr with complete trust, or have compassion for someone who's suffering. Let's spread that good feeling and those actions this season and into the New Year.Season's Greetings from the Fursons, shown here in a ridiculous last-minute photo with Santa at Petsmart, where most passersby thought Lexa was gorgeous and DJ was our pet bear.
