One of my most favourite things is the ability to look at a situation from another point of view. I'm not talking about 'walk a mile in my shoes' sort of thing. I'm talking about simply standing back and seeing the scene through the eyes of someone else.
This morning, I saw the world through my dog's eyes.
It was the best day ever for him.
Dixon couldn't have come up with a better way to the start the day.
The Sidekick didn't agree, though.
It was a terrible way to start the day.
Because he dropped all the dog food on the kitchen floor.
It. Went. Everywhere.
And he cussed loudly, and left in a huff.
Oh, Dixon couldn't believe his good fortune. It was his birthday all over again!
Tail wagging. Ears at the ready. Jumping around. Looking at me with those big brown eyes. And I saw it written all over his face.
"BEST DAY EVER!"
It made me laugh. I mean, I held it together until the Sidekick promptly removed himself from the house in search of coffee. But as soon as that door closed, I laughed and let Dixon relish in the kibble strewn across the kitchen.
Don't get me wrong. I understand the frustration of a morning not going your way. I've dropped enough boxes of spaghetti noodles to sympathize with my Sidekick. But Dixon's face. The utter joy and excitement there. It erased even the slightest annoyance I may have had over cleaning it up. Because I did sweep the kibble up, off the counters, from under the stools, and actually gave the boys their breakfast in a bowl.
Still, I am ever grateful for the ability to see the world through other people's, and creatures', eyes. I guess some people call that perspective.