It is a well-known fact to many that dogs cannot eat chocolate; it makes them really sick and can kill them if they eat enough of it. In light of this, I recently saw a post online about a woman observing the way her dog behaves when it wanted something she was eating.
Her beloved canine would snake around her legs in despair, sitting between the trainers of her owner, pining at her feet for whatever her hands were holding. To no success, the dog would beg and pout and cry and whine hoping that even a crumb or two might crumble where she was begging. The reason the dog did not succeed in her persuasion was that her owner knew better than her furry friend. Her owner knew that by indulging this dog it would make her sick, this literal higher power had knowledge that this dog did not. ‘Poor puppy doesn’t know what was or is bad for her, what will hurt her and damage her.’
Even though I myself am not overly religious, I hope (perhaps naively) that whenever I feel that I want something with my whole being someone will intervene. When I am crying and sulking and yearning for something with every once of might I can muster, I hope another entity, human or otherwise will know better than I, consequently dragging me out by my ankle. When or if this happens, I hope that this being will think ‘oh you poor silly girl, this is what you think you want! You do not know what is in store for you, how so many things are better for you than this.’
Like this sweet dog with that oh so spectacular bagel, I can long for things that are not good for me in any way, shape or form. These ‘things’ are not always material possessions – they can be people or desires. Even dreams sometimes. Something weird or scary might just be something familiar viewed from a different angle and that’s not so bad. I am trying to get to steak instead of the chocolate, and I think I’m getting there.