i have a stick

Most mornings I head to the off-leash park nearby with my two mutts. They don’t play fetch. Mostly they sniff bums and BB, the Chihuahua cross, picks fights with bigger dogs. And, unlike others, mine are not enamoured with sticks. Lately I’ve been paying attention to dogs with sticks, particularly the ones proudly brandishing them as they walk next to their humans. Often the sticks are larger than the dogs. They look so proud. “I have a stick. I am walking with it. It is mine!” It got me thinking. What would it take for people to be that proud and happy with something so simple? We want stuff – money, fame, success, sex. Sometimes all it takes is a good solid stick.