When life drags
I was walking Meeka last night and suddenly this guy blasts past me literally dragging a Jack Russell puppy at the end of a leash behind him.
At first glance I felt very sorry for the poor puppy, who was being unceremoniously hauled along. But, upon closer examination I think the puppy was loving it – it was snowy and icy so he almost seemed to be waterskiing (well snow skiing but with a tow rope).
I figure there must be some parallel to life in this.
Let’s face it well all get dragged through life at some point when things are moving way too fast for us to possibly keep up. I personally tend to move my little legs as fast as possible, so fast that I loose all coordination and often end up as a crumpled heap.
Maybe I should start doing like the little Jack Russell - barefoot waterskiing when life yanks hard. Using the force to propel myself rather than letting it drag me down (that would be ‘force’ as in the physics term to describe an object exerting a pull not ‘force’ as in Yoda levitating a pallet of space crates).
So what do you think? Deep eh?
Wow, that is deep…..pause….
Anyway, Dan went to a state penitentiary on a business trip?!? Sorry, I couldn’t let that one pass.
What I’m always impressed with is that you see a dog being pulled through the snow and relate it to your life somehow (or some other similar scene), whereas I take it for what it is. That’s why I love your blog, even if it does make me feel as though I don’t think enough.
As for the state penetentiary, I was teaching cops how to use a web-based traffic-records portal, and since the client was the state of Massachusetts, we could use their facilities for free. Unfortunately, the only facility we were offered was behind two layers of barbed wire in a high security prison. We took it. Who says consultants don’t get cushy assignments?