You know that awkward moment when you smell something bad…and you KNOW it wasn’t you? Yeah. That moment. When you know the odor that is wafting around the room did NOT originate with you, but you have no idea who it does belong to?
Unfortunately, our dog has been on the receiving end of the blame more times than not. (Pun perfectly appropriate here.)
She has, of course, been the offending party at times. But most of the time, she has accusing fingers pointing in her direction — when they should be pointing back at the accuser.
And in those moments, our poor little doggie has become a scapegoat.
It’s like that with our attitudes sometimes.
We blame everyone (and everything) for our bad attitudes…except for the one person who has control over our lips, facial expressions and thought processes.
So who is responsible for the stinky stuff we share with others?
Not our neighbor.
Not our parents or kids.
And certainly not the smelly little pooch curled up on the couch, licking her (or his!) front paws.
Now if you’ll excuse me, my sweet little mutt deserves an apology…and maybe some doggie gas-x.
As for me? I need some time in the presence of the Utimate Attitude Adjuster
How ’bout you?
What a great reminder, Donna. Thank-you. : (And doggy treats to the cutie on the couch beside you.)
Hehee! She is a cutie. I mean really… look at those eyes!
Donna,
The Blame Game–not a pretty one to play. So why do we?
Because we are human. It all started in a garden…
And we all know there were no winners there!
Fuunnny…. but also, words of wisdom! What a blessing to know that the Attitude Adjuster doesn’t “put us out” when we get stinky!
Love you Sweety!
See… I knew you’d get my humor, Mama!
On the funny side, your Grandma Welch used to blame her “smelly slips” on my dog Sandy and then she would sneak him a snack to make up for it when she thought we weren’t looking. On the serious side, aren’t we blessed that our God is patient and forgiving.
hahahah! I love that! A woman after my own heart!
(love you, Aunt Goosey!)
And it all started with Eve….And we are her daughters!! Thanks for this fun reminder.
Exactly, Carol. All daughters…and glad our heavenly Dad has much grace!
Love you Donna! I’m happy to find your website at last. Keep up the good work!
Petesie
Petesie! So glad you found me, too! I haven’t been posting much – but trying to get back in the swing of things. If am going to check out your blog now!
We didn’t name her Boo-Boo for nuthin! You should really compile all of these short helpers into a small book. This stuff would be great on a coffee table or in a doctor’s office.
Her name IS perfect…hadn’t thought of that!
And thank you for the book compliment. A girl can hope!
Isn’t that why we have dogs? One of our kittens used to let out the deadliest silent ones, while you were petting her …
Yup, in our family the talk about the plank and the splinter are common. The kids also give each other rejection letters. LOL.
Heehee!! Rejection letters between siblings? There is a picture book in there somewhere…
‘How ’bout you?’ You ask.
Me? I’m guilty. Whatever it is, it’s MY fault.
Pat that smoochery-dog for me.
HAH! I will do it! (and I’ll even keep the fleas at bay for you!)