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Thanks for the Rescue! — Fourth Quarter Begins pg277
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
At home I fixed a bowl of kibbles avec paté, put it on the kitchen floor for my new little rescue chihuahua and said, “Bon appetite!” Then I went to my computer in the next room to watch.
This boney, starved little critter stared at the generous bowl of good food that was all hers. Instead of tearing into it she ran to me, leapt in my lap, kissed my chin Thank You! and raced back to eat. I sat stunned as my eyes teared up. — From Chapter 15
Faun has been served over fifty-five hundred little bowls of premium kibbles sauced with doggie paté since that first bowl when she so dramatically blasted me with gratitude. It was the only time she did that. Fortune had changed in her favor, and before long Faun wanted her favorite flavors. Turning up her little pink nose to the premium rabbit, but diving on the chicken made it clear where her tastes lay. I knew I was being trained and didn’t mind, but the idea of how gratitude surges and ebbs got me curious.
Spontaneous gratitude is a very different animal than mindful gratitude. One jolts us with a surprising glee of the Winner! noise of a slot machine. Unexpected largess is a short, sweet happy dance. The other is a recommended exercise to overcome that feeling of entitlement for…
