Wiley's Wisdom

Joy: From the Ground Up

Not-So Little Luxuries September 7, 2013

It’s kind of like counting sheep. It’s my understanding people do this sometimes to calm their minds into falling asleep. This would never calm a canine mind (for obvious reasons) but my method sure does bring me peace. I count my blessings.

The list includes the obvious characters who make up daily life (like mom and dad), as well as the less obvious things (like my special spot under my favorite tree in my backyard). Today I noticed something about the list I couldn’t keep from sharing: it never seems to get shorter. Instead, it seems only to grow to include more of the obvious (and not-so-obvious) luxuries in life.

I recognize this in itself is a blessing, and yet it got me to thinking. What would happen if something fell off the list? What if one of life’s not-so-little luxuries went away for some reason? Which could I not live without?

My constant flow of healthy food and water came to mind, followed closely by their (slightly less necessary) tasty counterparts peanut butter and bacon. And Mr. and Mrs. Prickles. Losing them would be a major problem. But I know my people would never let me go hungry. And (as much as I hate to admit it) Mr. and Mrs. Prickles are indeed replaceable (exhibits A and B: Flea and Angry Bird).  My Comfort Circle of Characters

It wasn’t until later in the day I realized what ties the list together. I tend to think through these things around the same times each day. Morning and evening. Both times have something very important in common. My bed. And I’m not talking about the dog bed in the kitchen. Nor do I understand the appeal of a dog bed (which comes home smelling like a factory) compared to a people bed (which contains all of the smells of our people us dogs long to be near at all times).

My SpotIt was not an easy battle to conquer either. I took mom down first with what I fondly refer to as “the look” combined with my persuasive cuddling skills. Getting dad to agree to the arrangement was a whole other game entirely. I had to be strategic about it. And patient. Until one night (after more than two years of effort on my part) “the look” and my cuddling skills struck again.

Since then I’ve secured my spot in the bed and I will not let it go for all the dog treats in the world. It’s ridiculously comfortable. It smells heavenly. And it’s where I count my blessings at morning and at night. But the more I think about it, I suppose even the bed itself is replaceable at least to a certain extent. Because (as much as it is indeed the coziest bit of people-smelling cloud a dog could ask for) it’s so much more than a bed.

As American screenwriter Francis Ford Coppola reminds us “I like simplicity; I don’t need luxury.” I suppose I don’t need luxury either. I just need my people. It’s that simple. So as I count my blessings tonight from my perch on the bed, I give thanks not for the comfy cloud itself. Rather I give thanks for its representation of the love I have for my people, and their love for me. Ultimately I think that is the luxury I truly could not live without.

 

23 Responses to “Not-So Little Luxuries”

  1. PigLove Says:

    Wiley my dear friend, you are so wise. I agree with your blog 100%. My dad also took a lot of finagling but in the end I won him over as well. It’s not every night but I approve of the time I get. XOXO – Bacon

  2. huntmode Says:

    Wyles, it is said that we spend a third of our life in bed…. And, I know for darn sure Ella & Claire spend (spent) 90% of life in bed…. once I recognized that fact, nothing was too good for a third of my life and I’ve made that place a sanctuary for all the HuntModes. Grin. You would be welcome too should you come to the Evergreen State.

    • Dear friend,
      That is indeed a startling statistic about how long we spend in bed. Especially us animals lucky enough to be loved by people, like Ella, Claire and I. 🙂 You’re smart to make your bedroom an oasis…that is what it should be.
      Lots of love,
      Wyles

  3. […] Not-So Little Luxuries | Wiley’s Wisdom […]

  4. […] Not-So Little Luxuries | Wiley’s Wisdom […]

  5. I love my bed too! It’s the best isn’t it! I choose my position and the humans sleep around me! =^.^=

    • You’re on to something there, Bailey…getting your spot all straightened out and letting the people sleep around you. Good thinking! I also opt to cuddle up against whomever is warmest too. 😉
      Lots of love dear friend,
      Wiley

  6. You are a perfect strategian Wiley, every doggy deserves a place in bed :o) Ok, that’s more Oscar Wilde than Francis Ford Coppola… “Let me be surrounded by luxury, I can do without the necessities!” Have a great sunday!

  7. So insightful, W. Mom bought a new mattress a few months ago, and I was worried that the bed would not be good anymore. But it’s still good! I think we’d be happy in a sleeping bag on the concrete, as long as we’re together!

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

  8. utesmile Says:

    I agree with you Wiles, Luxury is the simple things we love and can’t do without! (I love my bed too) – very much so! 🙂

  9. Kuruk Says:

    You are so cuuuuwooooowooooote with your toys Wiley!

  10. Love that first picture of you lying with your toys 🙂

  11. domain Says:

    Unquestionably believe that which you said. Your favorite justification appeared to be on the net
    the simplest thing to be aware of. I say to you, I definitely get
    irked while people think about worries that they plainly don’t know about.

    You managed to hit the nail upon the top as well as defined
    out the whole thing without having side-effects
    , people could take a signal. Will likely be back to get more.
    Thanks

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

    Pawsing again to count blessings.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s