A couple of weekends ago, there were a lot of interesting things going on in our little valley. Almost everyone I have met over the last couple of years during fun events and social gatherings has expressed how wonderful it is to live in an area so rich in beauty and diversity. Yeah, big words for such a small dog, but we all have hidden talents. In fact, for example, my brother Flynn can eat a whole squeaky toy and not even blink. While the rest of us can only down a bite or two. Now, that’s talent … but I digress …
Two weeks ago, the Valley celebrated what my People called “Memorial Day.” There were big flags all over the place. At Carnation’s hardware store, the Duvall Auto Parts store and especially in the cemeteries. I think they were the flags of our country, but color is not my strong suit, so I am just going with this. My People Dad explained to me that we were celebrating the lives lost in defending our country. The women and men that fought in wars overseas, in the air and on the ground. Fighting for our rights to vote and speak out without condemnation or repercussion. The right to seek justice through a unique system called a “Democracy.” Where no man or woman is above the law.
We were also remembering those friends, family and pets that have gone on to the happy hunting ground. Mothers, fathers, grandparents, children … cats (shiver). All to be remembered fondly. So many things have passed, never to return.
Just as people have moved on, so do other things. We have shared so many memories of holiday festivities, Fourth of July parades, farmers markets, concerts and even the search for mundane things like “Sunny Spots.” All beautiful memories. Firemen, police officers, dancers, balloons, pancake breakfasts … ah, pancakes….
What I am getting at, is that we can let the daily grind make us weary. Tear us down a notch. But by thinking back just a little, and for a dog, there’s not much more than a little, one can give new life to memories that were wonderful and full of treats … mmmm treats … uhmmm … oh, where was I ... let’s see … memories, Memorial Day … right. Like for instance, when you went to the Classic Auto Show during the Fourth of July in Carnation. The beautiful cars, happy people, maybe even sunshine. Popcorn, music, dancers and fireworks. What an exciting time for everyone. And to the guy with the red Corvette, I apologize for the tire. It should wash off easily.
Try to remember that Memorial Day doesn’t happen just once a year in May. It’s every day. We should honor all of those veterans, both past and living. Without them, well, I’m pretty sure things would be significantly different. Three cheers for those who served and three cheers for all of those who waited patiently at home.
I hope you had a great holiday. Ate a burger or hotdog (not wiener ... and it’s dachshund, not wienerdog!). Enjoyed a cool beverage. And gave that soldier near and dear to you a hug. Remember don’t leave your dogs in the car, they like to be with you … three cheers for turkey gravy!!