"Must Love Dogs" starring Diane Lane and John Cusack is one of my favorite movies. I can relate to Diane Lane's character on many levels and the part in the grocery store involving how much chicken she wants to buy always makes me laugh. It's an amusing movie for those who enjoy romantic comedies like myself. I'm still personally in search of love. I'm sure I'm not alone in my belief that it is no easy task. Trying to find that one other person who connects with you in the deepest part of your heart and accepts you unconditionally is a daunting endeavor. Many have thrown in the towel or "benched" themselves feeling it hopeless, but not me. Perhaps it's the undying romantic in me that holds out hope that someday, the right one will come along. My girlfriends all want me to find someone special who can truly appreciate me and my unique quirks as much as they do. As cool and cute as I believe myself to be, I have received rather mixed signals from the opposite sex, as I'm sure everyone has. Sometimes the uncertainty and confusion of it all leads me to wonder if it might be easier to be a dog. For one thing, dogs don't really understand a majority of human conversations. If someone tells them "you're weird" in a fun praising tone, they'll think that's an awesome thing! If a person just wants to be with them to pet them, that's just peachy too! Not to mention the fact that dogs receive cookies for doing something good. Were it possible for me to reward myself with a cookie every time I did something praiseworthy without it going to my hips, I'd be all for that too! But I'm human and like ALL humans, I'm flawed. I'm beautifully imperfect me. What I find interesting about the movie "Must Love Dogs" is that neither of the main characters actually own a dog until the end credits. Obviously that isn't the main point of the movie but it's part of the theme. I do personally own a dog and I love my Jazzmin and I want a man who can love her too...just not more than he loves me. Sound peculiar? If you'd lived my life up to this point, it wouldn't sound peculiar at all. As I've mentioned in previous blogs, a majority of dog lovers that encounter Jazz comment on what a beautiful dog she is. I don't disagree with them. Jazz has gorgeous conformation when she stands alert watching for something and nearly every inch of her is sleek, and yet somehow curvaceous, muscle. Her adorable brown eyes are outlined in black giving her that 80's look and her right ear is always up a little higher than her left. She has a streak of white down her nose and down the front of her chest and she always looks so clean and well put-together. Every morning I wake up to her head on the edge of my bed as her tail thumps in a cute rhythm against my hamper and feeling that kind of love and loyalty is a great way to start the day! She has this way of flopping down on the carpet as if she's just gone "splat" and she can be oh so dramatic when laying in the middle of the kitchen trying to pretend she doesn't know I'm cooking. If that whole description of my dog just made you start to nod off then you're obviously not as appreciative of the canine form as myself. I adopted Jazz from a local shelter to keep me company, make me feel less lonely when I don't have my daughters and to make me go for walks. She did all of that and more and I am eternally grateful I found her. Judging by the huge burp she just did in my face as her comment on dinner, she's grateful I found her too. She'll be 3 years old in October (as guessed by the shelter) and she's still very much a puppy. She's a very good girl and has decent manners but I admit we could use some help coordinating our efforts out on walks. We may always be figuring each other out but I love her and she loves me and we work. Now if I can just find a man who cares about me, thinks it's cool that I have such an adorable dog and has no problem when I occasionally load her in the car to go see him where he lives...then we'll be talking. For now it's just Jules and Jazz and the never-ending adventures continue...
0 Comments
Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorMy words are like my brush strokes, I'm never quite sure where they'll flow to and when they'll stop. Categories
All
Archives
May 2013
|