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Crime Crushing Canines

I took the photo on my way to work almost as a lark. Then I loaded Lucy and Bella into my car took them to work with me in a boring detective cubicle. They slept all day.

I showed the picture to my friend who works in the Public Affairs Unit for the department and he asked if he could post it on Facebook.

The rest is history.

Lucy and Bella are now asking me to separate out the red biscuits from the brown as part of their contract. I just knew this would happen…

Truth and Consequence

I’ve become a little obsessed lately with the whole concept of ‘truth.’ In part, it is because I am constantly surprised at what some people define as ‘truthful’ speech. Not right speech, although truth should certainly be a part of that, but speech that is genuinely truthful. I’ve noticed it mostly around politics and politicians. In this age of 24-hour media, there is no paucity of video and audio evidence of practically everything said or done in the presence of a camera. And yet, faced with that evidence many people will shrug and smile, knowing that someone, somewhere will still believe the lie. There doesn’t even seem to be any shame about the fact that the veracity of any claim can easily be tested. I mean, even my dogs seem to show at least a modicum of shame when I come home and they’ve ‘accidently’ eaten all of the cat food or pooped by the door.

I’m not speaking about shame in the negative context that so many of us have learned from society. In my opinion, that’s not shame as much as it is non-conformity to some bizarre and unrealistic standard. I’m talking about standing in front of a microphone and making statements that are just completely untrue even despite evidence to the contrary.

There was an article recently in the New York Times about whether or not reporters have an ethical obligation to not only report what is said, but to fact check that statement and correct it. Oftentimes, papers run a side bar as a fact checking function. I just wish those who handle talking points for politicians would stop trying to shade the truth and just give their bosses the truth. And if the truth hurts your candidate, talk about something that doesn’t.

Being truthful about everything and practicing right speech is harder than you think. Is it always advisable to tell your best friend that her pants make her butt look big?  Everytime?  Some of the time? When is it ok to skirt around the truth? Can we possibly know the infinite number of reverberations that extend from telling a lie?

I always come back to my dogs. They are incapable of lying. Of course, they are incapable of talking, too.  But when I look into their eyes, I see only innocence, presence and the truth.

On this day, I strive to be truthful to myself first and foremost.  A true self can never be fact checked.

 

Wobbly but True

Week two is settling in for me and as such, my meditation seems to be coming around, too.  I was a little worried at the beginning of the challenge because I’d been quite remiss about keeping a consistent practice and the first few days I felt like I’d just gotten back on a unicycle after many years away. I felt wobbly, off kilter, a little afraid and slightly self-conscience. But now the pups settle in on the couch next to me and our ancient, grand kitty wanders around the kitchen waiting patiently for me to finish. There is less anxiety for everyone, including me.

I have written before about meditating with animals but it really is fascinating to me how much respect they show to my practice. Whether or not they ‘know’ what I’m doing, I sense they ‘understand’ that I’m doing my best to be present for the few minutes I sit near them. The younger of two, Bella occasionally jumps in my lap and licks every finger for good measure. She then usually joins her sister Lucy on the couch, curling up in front of her older sister. Lucy rests her head on Bella’s back. They lie quietly, waiting for the timer to chime.

These are the moments that I cherish. They are not the only moments, but they are the first to grace my day. I am a very lucky woman.

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