Days off

I hardly ever get a day off. I teach every day. But that's my choice and I love what I do. But some holidays I just call a day or two off to rest or catch up or catch my breath. Invariably every time, someone wants to start classes on one of my days off. One client even got mad because I had no classes on Easter Sunday. I guess that's good in a way because people WANT to train their dogs. I guess I need to clone myself so there's more of me. Seriously, I was thinking in time, one of my goals would be to train trainers to teach for me. I would try to be there as much as I could, as I LOVE teaching but the day to day classes would be taught by others. I would train them and pay them. Worth looking into.

I added some lookalike pics of Jamaican. I have no real pics of him. Why oh why in all the time I was with him I didn't take any pics of such an adorable guy. It's been a week today. I try not to think about it but he creeps into my mind and heart often. I haven't told many people, it's too painful for me right now. As you can see, he was a few days short of his 7th month birthday. I found a little poem. It suits him: The Gift

I'll lend you for a little while
My grandest dog he said.
For you to love while he's alive
And mourn for when he's gone.
It may be one or twenty years,
Or days or months, you see.
But, will you, till I take him back
Take care of him for me?
He'll bring charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief
You'll have treasured memories
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But, there are lessons taught on earth
I want this dog to learn.
I've looked the wide world over
In my search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes
With trust I have selected you.
Now will you give him your total love?
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come
To take him back again?
I know you'll give him tenderness
And love will bloom each day
.And for the happiness you've known
Forever grateful stay.
But should I come and call for him
Much sooner than you'd planned
You'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And someday you'll understand.

Author Unknown