A Grown-Up Flapper?
Took Flapper for a swim at Sentosa to meet up with Sera (the other dog walker in SG) and her Weimaraner, Phoebe. Lo and behold, someone else was there too. So what was intended as a quiet morning swim for Flapper after dropping Millie off at the groomers, ended up as a swimming doggie party.
It was nice.
It was fun.
Great way to spend an off day.
But it was also a reflection of a different Flapper. Gone are his puppy ways of being distracted with other dog's toy. He is not so much a social butterfly anymore. He does his own stuff, fetches his own toys and doesn't really bother about playing with the other dogs either. He has gone from a scrawny 19.5 kg dog, who acted like every dog and every human is his friend, to a laid back muscularly-built dog weighing in at 32.5 kg (just yesterday). I nearly fell to the floor when I saw the electronic scales at the vet shoot to 32 kg straight. There was no slow crawl from 0-32... just shot right up to 32 kg straight before the .something started flickering around.
Mr Blondie... has managed to bulk up another 3 kg in 2 months! I looked at Flapper and wondered, "where the heck did all that weight go to???" And then I saw that big chest of his and shook my head. No wonder my ouches are getting louder every time he steps on my foot....
Not sure if I'm all that amused and welcoming of his growing built.
Poor foot.
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Flapper, a neat freak?
A friend messaged me on Facebook after seeing the video of Flapper's Pre-Meal Tricks, "I saw Flapper... a bit anal retentive... neat freak... type a personality of pooch, eh?"
ROTFL.
Neat freak?
Guilty as charge.
My SIL has a habit of throwing her stuff around, including her clothes. And Flapper has taken into picking up after her! Occassionally, I would let him into my SIL's room and he starts getting obsessed with picking up her scarf and such (go figure 'and such'), and has to put it into place... like maybe into a laundry basket... just some place. Don't ask me where he gets that from? Certainly not me! The only time I'm a neat freak is when I'm living alone overseas. Never in Singapore.
So what other neat freak traits of Flaps...
He loves throwing away trash.
He loves taking my brother's socks to the wash tub.
He still loves shredding up him toys and tissue paper now and again...
Okok... he's not that much a neat freak. It's just the silly tricks I taught him.
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Some things just doesn't seem to want to go away....
Having a day off is always great.
It gives me time to be in my own space without a symphony of whines or barks or a pee-maid! *laugh*
As i sit back and think about how far I've come in two months, it is unbelieveable. At least to me it is. To some, the mark of success is equated by monetary profit. And so I get certain curious looks about my business. So it does get annoying once in a while trying to make on-lookers understand that I am happy with the progress of my nano-sized business and most importantly, it IS keeping me happy. Sometimes, I can even see the bubble above the head, "if it ain't a million dollar business, it's NOT a business". So be it. This is, afterall, MY business.
So today, bumping into my friend at Sentosa, we would (as usual) break out into what I call "Club Talk". I hate these talks. Really I do. Because of the constant back-talking at the club, it made life there a living hell. Also, doing club-talks and hearing what's happening at the club saddens me. Maybe it's just me, but to me, when a dog-company becomes only money-driven and starts lacking ethics and actual understanding of the animal, it is a tragedy. Yes. I left the club on sour notes with the other staffs (not the owners) and yes, I am well-aware of their rumour-mongering ways. And yes, I am even more aware of how I've been, and still am, getting slammed by the sole surviving staff at club. How do I know? Things get out... I hear stuff.... I can only shake my head. I can't control what comes out of their mouths but at least one thing I'm sure of.... reality will show in due-time. But for now, I'm happy just doing my own staff and drawing my distance is the LEAST I can do for myself.
So really, just bugger off. I am for-profit (i do need money to survive too!) but not at the expense of the living creatures called dogs.
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Learning about 'Talents'
For the longest time, I have been trying to grasp the parable about 'talents'. I get it about receiving a talent but where I was struggling to understand... so how do you multiply the talent? The word 'talent' is generic. It represents different things. But taking talent as talent is? How does one, or rather, how do I multiply my talent? In the first place, what is my talent?
So time went passed and I stopped thinking about this.... until today, as I was driving. And suddenly, it dawned upon me how this parable has been showing up in the last 2 months. I smiled to myself. Taking one talent and multiplying it, striving towards a purpose-driven mission with a vision. Funny how things have fallen into place by God's grace and somehow... without me realising till now, how my business has started to take its own steering wheel and moving towards my vision. It's still a long way away but learning to take baby steps and like the new bob-toy I bought for Flapper, there's alot of swinging, alot of falling and sometimes, it takes a longer time to bounce back... but there's still a bounce back. And perhaps, also allowing someone else to "pump back the air" and as I always do with the bob-toy, I pump in more air each time to make it last longer. :)
Small but purposeful? That's fine by me!
No. I have not become a 'God-fanatic' overnight. I have always been one. Just never spoke about it.
And tt's my thoughts for the day.
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