Once upon a time there were two dogs.
That's it. That's the story.
Just kidding! Just kidding! here it is
Teddy: We waited by the oven today. Not because anything was promised—just because hope is a warm place to sit.
Murphy: We're talking stoicism, but make it snack-focused, right?
Teddy: We cannot control the falling of cheese.
Murphy: Or the timing of dinner. Or the mysterious closing of the pantry door.
Teddy: But we can control how we wait. We can sit tall. We can trust the humans. We can keep our hearts open even after the word 'bath.'
Shudders.
Murphy: Especially after the word 'bath.' That is radical courage. Or maybe that's actually after the humans say, 'Buddy, sit still you have stepped in poop.'
Shudders.
Teddy: Being brave isn’t loud. Sometimes it looks like staying soft in a hard moment. Like wagging even after disappointment.
Murphy: Like believing the next good thing is still coming … even if the last good thing was yesterday’s treat and it was subpar and kind of stale and one of those tiny Milk Bones for mini dogs. We are not mini dogs.
Teddy: Today we practiced hope, patience, and unconditional love.
Murphy: Also eye contact. Very intense eye contact.
Teddy: If you cannot control the world, you can still choose to meet it with a gentle heart and a wagging tail