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Just Get Along November 4, 2014

It all sounds a little cutthroat to me. Maybe it’s the canvassers. Or the attack ads on television. Or even some of the conversations I’ve overheard in recent weeks. I’m not sure what has brought me to this conclusion, but I know it’s true. Elections for public office are a cutthroat business.

It would be hard for it not to be, I suppose, given that one person’s success equates to another person’s failure. But alas, that is how the democracy of our country functions. It all makes me very happy I’m a dog, led (somewhat blindly) through life by the decisions of my forever family. They say love is blind, after all. Happy

Nonetheless, I do contemplate these things on what is election day in this country we live in, and it makes me wonder why we can’t all just get along. I’m sure I would be met with my own share of challenges should the roles be reversed and dogs have control over such things, this I will admit. However, I do feel the need to voice my opinion about the negativity that seems to follow this election business around like a storm cloud hovering and ready to strike at any moment. Can’t we all just get along?

Sometimes I wonder how my people would view such things from my perspective. I know nothing about any of the issues I’ve heard about. All I know is what I’m fed via sources like the ads and the media. And, to be completely honest, it’s enough to make me want to shut it all out and not even make an effort to evoke any kind of change. It seems as though it might be too far gone.

So you can imagine my surprise when my people packed up myself and dear baby Carter upon their arrival home from that place called work. Off we went to the nearby school to cast our votes. Well, Carter and I obviously stood by silently, but you know what I mean.

It was a good reminder for me. I need those sometimes, too. It was refreshing to see that the political garbage that has led us to today did not impact their decision to exercise their right to vote as I fear it may have done for me had I been in their shoes. It reminds me to take pride in the truth, even though it can be skewed one way or another sometimes. It reminds me to stand proudly amid the lies and smoke and mirrors and give them no power. Because I am free. And I am proud to be an American.


Sleeping on Clouds April 1, 2014

Today was strange. I slept the majority of the time, as I usually do. Baby Carter went about his day pretty much as usual too. Mom, on the other hand, was like the Energizer bunny.

She spent the entire day on the phone and in meetings with various people talking very seriously about things that sound important, like road improvements and tax-incremental financing districts (whatever that means) and fire stations. Apparently it was something called election day in the local communities she is now covering for her new job as a reporter.

From these conversations, I took three things.2012-12-29-15-51-47

1) Local government is legit. Sure, voter turnouts aren’t always the best and sometimes politics gets too political, but behind closed doors these are real people with visions for the future.

2) Mom’s job is important. As a reporter, she is a liaison of information from the people with the messages to the people who need to hear and understand the messages. I know from my experience learning from people that things can get lost in translation all to easily, and it is her job to make sure that never happens.

3) Passion is powerful. I heard it in the voices of the people on the phone. I heard it in mom’s voice. These people have some serious passion for what they are doing. They are from all different backgrounds and walks of life. They have different experiences to bring to the table. They are republican and democrat and everything in between. But, at least from what I can tell, they all have one thing in common. They want to make a difference.

Today was strange. It may have appeared fairly normal to an outsider, but something happened in my dreams today. As I slept I dreamed of sleeping on clouds, up where my dreams are. Because from there I can look down on the world and see such things. I can see these people and all of their counterparts across our democratic system doing what they do best. Making a difference.