I am sure it was not intentional. These things happen. A case of mistaken identity, I suppose.
What am I talking about, you ask? Well, it seems that a blogger and poet who goes by the name of Mws R has somehow come to the conclusion that I, Fandango, am someone capable of performing random acts of kindness. As a result, she nominated me for something she calls the Random Acts of Kindness Award.According to Mws R, this is “an award to give to another for their kindness or what they unselfishly give to others.” The problem is that (1) I’m not the kind of person who does random acts, and (2) I’m not known for my kindness. So there must have been some mistake.
As part of this award process, I’m supposed to “share a paragraph of something that impacted your own life in the way of receiving kindness or how you extended kindness to someone else.”
Oh jeez. Is stopping at a crosswalk while in my car to avoid hitting an old lady on crutches a random act of kindness? Or is it just a means for avoiding a felony charge for manslaughter?
Oh wait. I know of two acts of kindness. The first was when we took in and gave a home to a stray cat. And the second was when we adopted a rescue dog from a kill shelter and provided it with a loving home.
Of course, these were really more acts of kindness on the part of my wife, but we’re life partners, right? So I’m going to, for the purpose of this post, take full credit.
Next, I’m supposed to “nominate anyone or to share your own page.” I’m sharing this page and suggesting that anyone who has either performed a random act of kindness or has been the recipient of one should feel free to share your own story.
Here are this week’s Share Your World questions from Cee Neuner.
In regards to puzzles, what’s your choice: jigsaw, crossword, word search, mazes, logic or numeric puzzles, something else, or nothing? Well, I’m not sure it’s technically a puzzle, but I’m almost addicted to the solitaire game on my iPhone. My wife, on the other hand, can’t let a day go by without doing our newspaper’s daily crossword puzzle.
List at least five favorite treats and it doesn’t necessarily have to be food. Ice cream, Maryland blue crabs, key lime pie, and tiramisu. But best of all, a good night’s sleep.
What is your favorite type of dog? (can be anything from a specific breed, a stuffed animal or character in a movie) A rescue dog.
What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? I loved playing tour guide to our out-of-town visitors last week, but I appreciate life getting back to normal now that they’re gone. Does that make me a bad person? If so, too damn bad.
We’ve always has dogs in our family for as far back as I can remember. My mother’s favorite breed was the Shih Tsu. At one point we had three generations of Shih Tsus in our house. A mother, a daughter, and a granddaughter. Each with its proper pedigree and American Kennel Club papers.
I hated those little rug rats. They were all high-strung, yappy, needy, little bitches. And at one point or another, all three peed on my sneakers. While I was wearing them!
Once I moved out of my parents’ house, I swore that if I ever got my own dogs, they would be larger breeds and mutts. No high maintenance pedigreed, little yappers for me.
Every dog I’ve had since has been a rescue dog, a mongrel. These animals are simply grateful to have a permanent home where they can be fed, nurtured, well cared for, and, most important, loved. They demand little and appreciate a lot.
So if you’re a dog lover and you’re looking for the perfect pet, you should consider a rescue dog. It won’t have the perfect pedigree and it won’t win any dog show accolades, but it will be the best dog you’ve ever had.
Take it from me and my dog.
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “pedigree.”