I wonder sometimes what I would be like if I had two legs instead of four. If I walked amongst people as one of their own. If I could carry on a normal conversation instead of relying (almost) entirely on nonverbal communication.
In these thoughts I find I am not so concerned with what I look like (though I’m sure I’d be blonde haired and brown eyed) or what kind of clothes I would wear. I don’t think it would matter to me what kind of car I drove, or how big my house was. Would I? 
I daydreamed today that I was human and won the lottery. And not just the $3 dad occasionally wins and splits with his work friends as part of their weekly lottery pool. I won big time. One billion dollars. What would I do with such winnings?
In my daydream, I bought everything my people ever wanted. That house in a better school district. Those fancy shoes mom is always lusting after. The Shelby Mustang dad dreams about. The honeymoon they never took. I bought it all and there was still plenty leftover to donate to some of my favorite charities (like the humane society and ISF) and invest in something that would produce enough income to allow mom to stay home with the little person. (Dad too, if he wanted).
As I daydreamed, my people were away dreaming a dream of their own. Dad has been on a mission to replace their cars with what he refers to as newer safer ones. Words like reliability and dependability seem to have gained a new level of importance now that the little person is on his or her way any day now. But upon returning home it didn’t take me long to see the disappointment in their faces. This dream can’t come true. Not right now.
And I found myself wondering again what I would be like with two legs instead of four. Would I need the lottery and all the fancy things it could provide? Or would I prefer to earn an honest living as a struggling author who volunteers at the local animal shelter on the weekends?
I’m quite certain there is no right answer. And all of this is made much more complicated by my overall lack of understanding of how the whole money thing even works. I don’t know what I would be like if I were human any more than my people know what it would be like to win the lottery. And tonight as we three musketeers settled in together to watch a movie I realized that’s okay. Because we’re happy this way.
Besides, “greed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction,” suggested German psychologist Erich Fromm. It doesn’t matter whether I have two legs or four. I’d much rather live life happy than in endless pursuit. Keep your money, bottomless pit. It’s happiness I choose.
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Ahhh, I have the same dream, Wiles. I daydream that I’ve won several million. What would I do? That’s easy. I’d pay my kids’ houses off. Take my best friend to England to see her elderly brother (we’ve been friends for 40 years) and buy us both a new car when we come back from our holiday. I think I’d invest quite a bit too so the interest could be used to help my favourite charities for a long time. *sigh* it’s not likely to happen, but it is nice to dream 🙂
I’ve never had a lot of money, it’s never meant much to me except buying the necessities of life. I have family and friends (both on and off line), a roof over my head, a car that works and food on the table. What more could I want?
You’re right about that, dear Lyn. Dreams are just as important a thing as recognizing our blessings. There’s nothing wrong with dreaming, so long as it doesn’t cloud our judgment of what we have. Even if it’s not a lot, it’s all how we look at it….these things you mentioned – the family and friends and the roof and the car and the food – these are all blessings to cherish. As are you – thanks for being part of my life, dear Lyn!
Lots of love,
Wiles
People often forget that the Bible quote does not say ‘money is the root of all evil’, it’s the love of money that’s the problem – or anything that becomes more important than following the love of Jesus. I don’t think you are in any difficulty here…
You are so very right! Money is evil! I still don’t understand how something green can make people so blue either…yet another reason that whole lottery idea might just be overrated. 😉
Lots of love,
Wiles
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If I were a dog….. life would be so much easier….. no choosing what to wear, no clothes shopping…… but beautiful fur for winter…. may be a bit hot in summer but I like it hot.
Well money does not make happy, we all dream of a lottery win, to buy the car or house we really want. But not having so much money makes us more grateful for the things we have and use them to the full potential. We are more inventive that way and cherish our possessions more. Summery: I am happy as I am as yourself with the love and joy we have and can give. Sending you much love Wiles.
Apparently this is quite the normal phenomenon…this wanting what we can’t have business…especially amongst women it would seem. Curly-haired women who want straight hair. Straight-haired women who want curly hair. It’s all such a game we play with ourselves. And for what? You’re so very right that we need to take these moments of weakness to embrace the blessings we have. We are blessed with so much that money can’t buy, and in these moments it is more important than ever to cling to those blessings. You are a blessing in my life, dear friend. Thank you for that.
Lots of love,
Wiles
One thing I know for sure is – if I were human, I could reach food on the counters and things in the garbage pail. After I had exhausted all the possibilities there, I’d think about some of that other stuff. 🙂
Love and licks,
Cupcake
Oh goodness, I forget this! Such a simple thing that would absolutely make my day. You’re brilliant, dear Cupcake.
Lots of love,
Wiles
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Wiley, regardless of whether you have two legs or four, I think you’d still be pretty darned cute! Don’t think about winning the lottery so much. You and your family have already won the lottery – you have each other, which is more important than anything money could buy. Much love, The Scottie Mom.
Aw shucks, dear Scottie Mom, you know the way to a doggie’s heart is through such flattery. 🙂 And I suppose you’re right about us already winning the lottery…it’s like a bad habit I need to kick! Which seems appropriate with the New Year right around the corner…
Lots of love,
Wiles
Wyles, you can’t buy happiness, you have to make it… and what a good job you do! xxoo HuntMode
Oh my. You always know how to touch that special button in my heart, dear friend. Thank you!
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“Wiley”, you are “so adorable”, and I’m human, by the way, that have had, five Children, just like you, but from different breeds, 3 of them black Pekinese, 2 female, and 1 male, that already went, to mix their vibes, minds, and hearts, with the “meaningful creator”….. so I can not see them physically, but they do see me, and I can feel their company around me, and they feel mine too, so we both, can still have that symbiotic healthy loving relationship in our mental, emotional and spiritual bodies, and they are still doing all that, that you do, too. Plus 2 more, one mix, female, and a German Shepherd also female, that are still in the physical bodily “significance”, like me, your parents, the little person, and the rest of human, and you, and rest of your people that are call “alive”. “The term”, you know, that it’s use to define that we are still embodying different designs of flesh, bones, and blood. But, “Wiley”….. I’m so, so in love, with that “condition of yours”, of “mind/hearted” or “heart/minded”, heart and mind engage with each other, on a inseparable fusion , as a two in one sole organism, where never one goes without engaging the other one’s “means”. And “that”, is “so distinctive of you and your people”, that each time that I see your lovely and cute, Photos, and read your beautiful stories, I thank greatly God, for his incomparable, unique, and whole perfectly heart/minded creativity. Cause, what would have been of us Human, with out the” immutable reminder” of your loving, loyal, humble, focus in the moment and in the totality of times of your heart/mind, and the always wise, compassioned, and ready to serve disposition, that you and your people were design to carry on, and exhibit, “specially for us”, “your own parents”, “human been”, “call to notice it”, so much superior in physical power, but so many times living in a painful separation between mind and heart condition, that any of your people, “we all know”, would die for seeing us heal from it. No matter, Wiley, why, your “wonderful” people, were always call the “best friend of Men”.
“To you Wiley, and for all “your people”, “my for ever love”, and “gratitude”. And never stop writing, and sending your stories, cause that’s what you are suppose to do, and we all human, are suppose to read them. Because you are suppose to be the “healer”, and “we are suppose to be the ones to be heal”.