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Forwarded emails may be the bane of modern civilization, but sometimes they provide a good laugh. I could use a good laugh right about now ... the turn in the weather from sunny to rainy has caused a bad flare of my fibromyalgia.
While the subject of this email is What Pets Write in Their Diaries, what it really seems like to me is an analogy of how we humans can choose to view our days. Even if I live with chronic pain each day, I can choose to be a happy pup or a captive kitten. I can choose to do my favorite things each day or I can choose to feel trapped by my pain and fatigue, struggling futility to escape it while putting off my happiness in the process.
I love equally my cats and dogs. I do not think they feel like prisoners in my home. I don't want to feel like a prisoner either, so I choose to focus on what I can do, what I can enjoy and how I can feel some happiness and joy each and every day.
Enjoy this forwarded email. I hope you get a good laugh from it like I did too!
If you want to read more about choosing your attitude each and every day, click here to go to the FISH! Philosophy website to read more about FISH! practices, including Choose Your Attitude.
WHAT PETS WRITE IN THEIR DIARIES
Excerpt from a Dog's Diary........
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpt from a Cat's Diary...
Day 983 of my captivity....
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.