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Joy: From the Ground Up

Tick Tock (The Watch-Dog) June 25, 2013

My mom has a thing for clocks. Big ones. I realized it the moment I cautiously tiptoed into my forever home for the first time. Excitement abounded as I was greeted by all sorts of new smells, sights and sounds, but two things instantly stood out to me. Both hang above the stairway leading to the basement; one is a sign that reads “home is where your story begins” and the other is an enormous clock.

Time is on our sideIt’s not the only oversized clock in the house, and sometimes when I’m all alone waiting for my mom and dad to come home from that place called work it’s all I can hear. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. The tiny rhythmic sound drowns out all others in those final moments before one of my beloved people arrive home.

I for one generally have mixed feelings about clocks. On the one paw, it is a constant signal of time passing that can in itself be a reminder to live in the present. On the other paw, it is a reflection of time passing. Period. In a dog’s life where one dog year is equal to seven people years, it’s not always a happy thought to think about another moment passing us by. Tick tock. Tick tock.

The Watchdog

All of this came to the forefront of my little doggie mind today thanks to a strange recurring dream I had again last night. I’ve been having this same dream since before I can remember that I am Tock (the watchdog). As in the Tock (the watchdog) made famous in Norton Juster’s famous children’s book “The Phantom Tollbooth.” I’m wearing a watch and everything.  In each dream I befriend a little boy just like Milo in the book. It’s a different boy each time, but our journey is the same. I find the boy in the Duldrums where I rescue him from the dreariness and we begin our journey to exciting places like Dictionopolis, Digitopolis, Mountains of Ignorance, and the Land of Wisdom. Along the way, we meet a variety of characters who share their stories (all rich with life lessons) with us.

Each time I wake I know I’ve just lived the plot of Juster’s book. I know for sure because each time the dream begins and ends the same way. It starts with an image of a boy who seems generally bored with life receiving a message “to (insert name here) who has plenty of time. It ends with the boy seeming much more excited about all that life has to offer receiving a message “to (insert name here) who knows the way.” Just like in the book.

All of this makes me wonder why my mom has a thing for clocks. I generally have mixed feelings primarily because of the dog-to-people ratio of time. But then I am reminded of what it’s like to be Tock (the watchdog) helping a lost little person find the way and suddenly my perspective on the matter changes drastically. Maybe that recurring dream I have is God’s way of reminding me to be thankful for every moment of time I’m granted in life.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Indeed we do not have plenty of time. Each moment is a blessing now, just as it is for the little people in my dream. While I can’t say I care much for clocks in real life, I don’t mind being Tock (the watchdog) in my dreams. Tick tock. Tick tock. The rhythmic sounds of time passing remind us to embrace the present. Time is on our side if we let it be, not because we’re bored with life but because we know the way.

 

22 Responses to “Tick Tock (The Watch-Dog)”

  1. The old woman Slow also oves a tick tock clock. Very comforting! 🙂

  2. Leisa Says:

    I like the sound of a tick tock clock reminds me of the magical rhythmic beat of my heart!

  3. Thanks, Wiley! Sometimes we all need a little reminder to live in the moment. Every single moment. You look like such a handsome little man in your wrist watch! xo

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

  4. Loved the post and the way you have made the watchdog relate the story.The sign and the big clock on the stairway provide such a wondrous perspective. As the sign reminds us about where and how our story begins, the “tick tocking” of the clock only reinforces to us the need to take our story forward with a purpose. I wonder though whether the watchdog holds this perspective.

    Shakti

    • Well hello new friend! Welcome, and thank you for commenting! I really appreciate your words, the thought you put into your response, and your compliments. I too wonder about that beloved watchdog’s perspective. Thanks again, and I hope to see more of you again very soon!

  5. Nikitaland Says:

    Hey there WIley! Love that new watch you are wearing! How do you keep it on when you run around? Heck, I can’t even keep a hat on when I run! You are such an adorable doggie!

    • Dear Nikita!
      Can you keep a secret? I only borrowed the watch from my dad to have my picture taken. 🙂 I indeed would struggle to do all things doggie if I wore it all the time. 🙂 Lots of love to you!!!

  6. Aww Wiley, she got you a tick tock too, didn’t she 🙂

  7. We, too, have big clocks in our house. Big, rhythmic tick tock ones. Ones that chime and bong every hour. Even one that cuckoos and plays music. I’ve lived with them for so long that I rarely notice them anymore. I do notice when one stops though. I think my body rhythm has become tuned to the tick tock rhythm. I enjoyed your thoughts on the passage of time. You are a wise fellow indeed.

    • I love that you have all those different kinds of clocks, though I’m certain the one with the cuckoos would probably make me go crazy! 🙂

      • When I was a pup I remember it sure caught my attention, but over time I’ve learned to live with it. i hardly even notice it any more. But we pup sit sometimes for friends and it’s fun to watch those pups who are new to our clocks!

      • As with all things, we get used to our normal. That must be funny for you when other dogs aren’t used to it though!

  8. huntmode Says:

    Wiley, I’m late to your post, but The Tollbooth was and still is one of my favorite books. So glad you like it too. 🙂

  9. Reblogged this on Wiley's Wisdom and commented:

    Tick tock. Tick tock.


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