a Dog`s life

Two dogs actually own my property. Yes, that is true. For long now I have thought that, becuase I pay the bond/mortgage, the property surely belongs to me. But ohh nooooo, these dogs own it.

They do as they please, they pay no attention to any limits on where they are allowed to dig, mess, destroy or any such restrictions. Why shoulod they - it`s their property.

Now you need to understand. The one is a large, Pitbull and the other one a very small Wiener/Sausage dog. Logic would say that the large male Pitbull should be in charge but......oh noooo...... Maya the little female rules the roost.

She decides where and when to do large scale excavations, which trees needs `pruning` and Scoobie the Pitbull obliges.

I do the normal human thing - I run around shouting and screaming at them, pointing towards the mess they created and what do they do? Listen to me, obediently retreat to the safety of their kennels. Nope, capital "N" - Nope.

They look at me as if I have lost all sense of logic, after all, did I not get the memo, it is their property. Then they continue to plot and plan the next move.

Sometimes I am convinced that they have formed an alliance with all those out there who plan to `get me`. You know.... those people who are out there who plot and scheme on how they can make our lives miserable, everyday. The cashier who patiently waits for you to arrive and then decides to close the paypoint, after you ahve been in line for 30 minutes. The people at the call center who wait untill you call and then all of them suddenly become busy on other calls of so-called importance.

I watched them from behind the curtains and the safety of my bedroom this morning ( the two dogs that is ) I am convinced more than ever that they plot this: they were lying with their noses touching and I am totally convinced: smiles on their faces. All of a sudden, she jumped up, looked towards my room, ran towards the flower bed and started sniffing, scratching and digging. He followed, she took a step back and he continued the dig, she assumed the supervisory position.

a Hadida flew over and made the sound that only these birds can make: something like the laugh of a crazy man. I am convinced the Hadida laughed at me.

Why can life not be fair, just once? Why is it that sometimes this `faith thing` is just so difficult? Why is that sometimes it feels as if life is out to get me?

Perhaps the problem lies with me and not the conspiring world:

Perhaps if I change from `must` to preference` - life will change and faith will become easier:

I strongly prefer to do well and get approval, but even if I fail, I will accept myself fully.

I strongly prefer that you treat me reasonably, kindly and lovingly, but since I don't run the universe, and it's a part of your human nature to make mistakes, I now know that I cannot control you.

I strongly prefer for life to be fair, easy, and hassle-free and it's very frustrating that it isn't, but I can bear frustration and still enjoy my life.

For now I will accept the two of them, turning my garden upside down, believing that it is actually their property.

But... I too, can plan..............