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Introducing…Hazel

Hey guys! Nattoben has let me guest blog on his site and I have to say how great it is to be here.

So, let me introduce myself. My name is Hazel and I’m a 15-month-old Jug (that’s a Jack Russell and Pug cross for those of you who are wondering).

Like most Jack Russells I love going on walks and chasing small animals in the park. I have been trying to catch blackbirds over the last few weeks but just as I get ready to pounce, they fly up into the trees. There are also some really big birds in the park that are called crows and although I like to chase them they make me kind of nervous, rather like they are eyeing me up for a meal when it should be the other way around. When I am lucky, I see my best friend Bo. That’s Big Bo and not Little Bo. I like him as well but he is not my best friend. Anyway, Bo is a huge dog but he’s very gentle with me and even lets me lick his teeth. The only time I can’t play with Bo is when he has his ball with him. Then, he doesn’t even know I am there until I try to steal his ball and he growls at me. I wonder if Bo is reading this blog?

Like most Pugs, I looooove to eat! I will do anything for a “treatie” as my owners call them. My favourite treatie is cucumber, especially slices of the mini ones because they are just so juicy and sweet. I get some cucumber at night time when I go outside to toilet just before bed. I say go out to toilet but recently there is a cat that likes to visit and it drives me mad. As soon as I have my cucumber, I go racing up the garden to bark as loudly as I can at this big ball of fluff that sits on the fence looking down at me. It has recently started to poo in the flowerbed which is disgraceful! At least I leave my poos on the grass where everyone can see them. I also get a slice of cucumber when I come in again. It’s a bit of a rigmarole as I have to sit in my bed and shake paws with my owners before I get the goodies but, as I said, I will do anything for a treatie.

I also like sleeping. My favourite place to sleep is on the sofa. My bed is nice but the sofa is the best and sometimes I can squeeze up next to my family when they are sitting there looking at screens.

When I was a very young puppy I used to chew lots of things and was always being told off. Now that I am a big girl, I don’t do that much anymore but once I get a dirty sock in my mouth there is nothing that will prise open my jaws. You can’t beat the sweaty smell of feet. I have even learnt how to steal them from the washing basket which is a fun game for me but apparently not such a fun game for my owners.

Well, my paws are getting tired now so I’m going to finish up and go to sleep. Great meeting you all and hope to be back on here soon.

All my love,

Hazel  x

P.S. These glasses aren’t mine, just something that one of the boys stuck on my face for fun. I didn’t mind, really, and think they make me look rather intellectual.

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Reflection

Imagine

While I was writing How short, this life? I found out that a dear friend of ours had passed away. Well, just about one month later, his funeral took place. Despite the sadness of having to finally say farewell, the service was also a happy one where his family and friends shared their memories and celebrated his life.

A week later, and I have been reflecting on those eulogies. In one of his finest songs, Imagine, John Lennon sang  “Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can.” Of course, nobody at the funeral talked about material things, the house where he lived, the type of car he drove, the clothes he wore. Rightly, they were about the person, his life, his achievements, his loved ones. When life comes to an end, the legacy will almost always be the intangibles or items with high sentimental value: a conversation; a chance meeting; camaraderie through work or volunteering; a cherished letter, picture or video. Most of us would give up everything we own to keep our loved ones with us on this earth. His brother summed up what he thought about his older sibling as “Splendid. He was a splendid chap.”

Hopefully, I have still got a long way to go before my final breath but I am clear on how I want to be remembered and would be very satisfied with the word “splendid” when people talk about me. We spend so much of our lives chasing the money and fretting about keeping up with the Joneses but how much easier would it be if you could recondition yourself to be satisfied with what you have got? This isn’t about shunning basic needs and for those unfortunate to have very little, what I am writing may come across as idealistic or the thoughts of someone with clearly not enough to worry about. What I am trying to say is once you have attained a reasonably comfortable standard of living with a roof over your head and food on the table, be thankful and try to avoid feeding an insatiable appetite for more and more.

In the Japanese animation Spirited Away there is a character called a Hoshigari (ほしがり) that gets its energy by satiating the appetites of the greedy who, in this case, keep asking for gold which it conjures up from its hands. In the end the Hoshigari turns on them and starts to eat up the very people it gave the gold nuggets to in the first place. It’s a poignant message in a film well worth watching if you haven’t seen it already.

I certainly don’t want to get eaten by a Hoshigari and so the next time I feel a hankering for something new I will channel my energy instead into imagining what I can do towards becoming a splendid chap.

That feels like a much better use of my time.

 

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