At some point during Emmett’s road trip, someone asked me in a totally offhanded way why I write a dog blog.
My response was something like: …… um….. it’s fun?
But, laying it all out, that isn’t entirely true.
Don’t get me wrong. Some days are super fun.
But then there are those days when I’m drawing a blank and can’t think of what to write and I don’t have a camera so I can’t just post a beautiful pic and do I have time to walk all the dogs and switch around the cats and oh my I need to do some job work to pay the bills and I’m fairly sure the dog fur is forming a giant dog fur monster in some un-swept corner of the house that will soon take over and devour us all if I don’t finally make the time to clean. And then there are the mean comments and critical emails and the spam attacks and the weird break-in attempts from IP addresses in the Ukraine and have I updated all my social accounts today?
I guess what I’m trying to say is that the out-of-the-blue question wasn’t something I ever actually considered. I just keep plugging away here, but never thought about why. Why do I do what I do?
Well, there’s this:
And miracles like this:
Lest I leave out these two:
And, yes, they’re cute and funny and do silly things. They have behavioral and health issues that have given me enough stories that I can probably keep this blog running for another 10 years on that alone.
But the biggest thing – and I’m fairly confident that this is my why – is that none of them have a voice. And it’s my job to give them a voice.
I had shaken off that why question, but with all the crap from the beginning of the week, combined with near-total-burn-out this week from work and general life overwhelm, the question kept resurfacing. And I’m grateful that it did because it reminded me of my why.
What’s your why?