I have spent a fair amount of time in this blog writing about sources of inspiration. My original purpose grew largely out of the realization that I was finding it difficult to get out of bed in the morning, all too often. Delineating one's sources of happiness - counting your blessings - seems trite. It is. Nevertheless, it works.
I am almost finished with Eric Weiner's The Geography of Bliss, and it has been the perfect book for me to read as I embark on this venture (and in the dark days of winter). For what am I doing, if not pursuing happiness? What is anyone doing? Why are people around the world happy, or not? Is happiness even the goal? It is a book of exploration, cultural comparisons, introspection, and hilarity.
I'm tipping my hat today to dogs. The love and affection and loyalty that they offer is a treasure. Tales of selfless heroism abound -- see Jasmine the dog and the highway hero.
But dogs are also the consummate embodiment of joy. If you look closely, you'll see Clara the lab mix bounding into the sunrise in the photo above. And here's Guster the hound on ice. He's lucky to be included today since he's been banned from a few morning walks; incessant hound baying at 6:00 in the morning is not popular with neighbors or sleeping husbands. But none of that has any relevance for Guster - there he is, tail wagging, immersed in the moment.
That is the key to dog happiness - they don't think about it. They are fully immersed in their present, and never dwell on the negative. And without even trying, they imbue happiness on their human companions. There are a few dog behaviors which I would prefer not to emulate, but when it comes to loving life, dogs are my role models.