Even More for Mutts Anonymous

So now let’s say you have your own children, they’re utterly the cutest mutts in the world, and the most muttorable you’ve ever known, more than you, and your family expects you and your kids to participate in every celebration. The answer: resentment!Same goes for you offspring of Native American/Muslim parents, or the children of any other exciting and unexpected concoctions. Take Jewish/Muslim. It can happen. Read The Girl From Foreign by Sadia Shepard; while I haven’t yet I’ve read reviews.

The world and swirl of mutts flows in everyone’s bloodstream.

Mutts Anonymous meets every Monday night at my muttnormous home, plenty of room for all to join. So if you need a support group, give my publicist a call. Even though she won’t admit it, she, herself, is a bona fide member, as founder of Creative Mutt Management, Int’l. After all, it takes one to know one.

Thought for the day: Honor your mother. Honor your father. And go ahead, resent them once in a while, too. All out blame them for the mutt they created in you. Resentments never help, though. Oohhh, yes they do, you think? Then get it out of your system, and move on and then love them forever. They are, after all, your parents. And they probably love you to silly bits.

Leap for Joy

… because even though bad girls finish first, mutt girls get there before them. Think of that mutt-wild model, Naomi Campbell, when she said: ”I work very hard, and I am worth every cent.” (from Celebrity Gossip)

Yep, a mutt girl too. She’s the first Black female model on the covers of French Vogue, British Vogue, and Time Magazine. Her mother is Black-Jamaican, her father is multiracial, partly Chinese.

Back to finishing first. Who’s keeping score, though? And who’s in a race? Remember? Mutts don’t fit into any one race. I’m glad for that, because like all good mutts, I wouldn’t know what to do if I belonged to just one group.

Take politics, for instance, or religion. Oh, here we go, touchy topics, but I have to go there.

Don’t you think the world could use a little more tolerance in it? There’s plenty to spare.  Aren’t sects of any kind mostly like cars? When stripped down, a Bentley and a Ford van have the same basics: four tires, a steering wheel, and a bunch of metal. Jaguar or Jetta, they each take you from here to there. Gotta love those Jags, though, even if it’s not the best for hauling a carload of little kids around, with their crumbly snacks and juice and muddy boots.

Same with religion, politics, and, okay, the arts, which has its own I’m-better-than-you in-fighting too. Doesn’t every faction in anything invite us to take pause, all pledge to refresh and renew our highest selves, all promise sheltering peace?

Follow my lead on this one. My muttness has blessed me with the gift of gratitude for my own small pleasures and private beliefs, and allowing others, theirs. Not that I don’t have strong beliefs. You can too, and they can be far from my muttpoints. The value of being a mutt is that by nature of our cell composition, we (hopefully) are more tolerant of others.

Think about this: If you weren’t blessed at birth with mutt genes, you can at least practice good mutt customs, and be tolerant of others. Be open to the perspectives of others. If you do, I’ll send you a lifetime membership to MCLU, the Mutt Civil Liberties Union.

Thought for the day: If you can’t enjoy what you already have, how can you be happier with more?  Pretty much, you can be as happy as you decide to be.