Hello. If we haven't met, I am Totsi the Dog, resident canine of Casa Didgeridoo. I like to offer my thoughts on things that might improve the quality of your life, but last month I took leave of that and addressed my kittysister Foot Foot directly. Apologies, once again, for allowing my temper to speak for me. I have been reciting affirmations to help me maintain my control and rise above such behavior. I remind myself that I am a good and loving dog, and noble. I am. I really am. And, like last month, today I was going to tell you how important routine is in daily life, and how a little routine might enhance yours some, but instead I think I would like to address how important it is to find a pleasurable activity to boost your spirits.
Now, as some of you may know, I love to dance. Before I have my supper, I remove one kibble from my bowl and dance with it. If given a treat, I will dance. If I find something interesting, I will dance. Sometimes I just dance for the joy of dancing. If my daddy would have given me the cheeses and crackers with the yummy summer sausages yesterday, I would have danced, for I have always danced. And the cheeses and the crackers with the yummy summer sausages make me dance with a little extra bounce and enthusiasm, and I found my day lacking from not being inspired. Dancing means so much to me that I even tell people to dance some at the end of every monthly column. And you know what? My daddy has taken that advice and taken up dancing for himself. I am so pleased. But he doesn't dance the way I do.
My daddy has discovered the disco style of dancing. Every night, our home is filled with the rhythms of so many wonderful disco artists. And Daddy? Oh, how my daddy can dance. Mommy tells him to be careful, but he doesn't. He just dances. Sometimes he tries to dance just like this man:
I think it's good that my daddy has a goal, and not having the inspiration yesterday to give my dancing my all helped me realize that perhaps I need to encourage my daddy that much more by telling all of you about his new interest and how much potential I think he has. I cheer him on while he bounces across the living room on his knees like that man my daddy so wants to be like. Mommy wants to take him to that Walmart place for some knee pads because he has hurt himself, but he will not have it. I guess that means my daddy is what some people call a purist, and that he believes in his art. I hope so. To encourage him, because I think it is important to give encouragement since I am a noble and loving dog (I am), I have given Daddy the disco name of Boogiebritches and tell him frequently to put on his boogie shoes. I think it is important that I remind him often, in my loving and noble manner, that he should be dancing. My daddy really was born to be a dancer, I think. Just like I am a good and noble dog, and loving. I am.
I hope you are as happy for my daddy, Boogiebritches, as I am. My happiness inspired me to make a picture of my daddy as that man he admires so much. It's not perfect, but it is an honest attempt by a good and noble dog. And loving. I am a good, noble, and loving dog, and I made this just for my daddy, Boogiebritches:
Enjoy your day, and dance some.
Totsi Tatertot Didgeridoo
2 comments:
I'm in total awe and reverence. To put your daddy on such a flashy multi-colored pedestal is indeed an honor. I just knew he would eventually discover his true life's calling, especially with loving guidance from the divine Totsi. I'm choking back tears as we speak.
I'm really proud of her, too, Michael. Of course, Didge is still a little shy with regards to performing, but I really think Totsi has it in her to nudge him out of that.
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