Bliss by Harry Bliss for December 07, 2021

Because you’re have nothing else to look forward to.

Let it go and you’ll feel much better.

Eat it.

You’re depressed??? Think how the squirrel feels! Shame!

Chew it over while you’re thinking about it.

Give it a big kiss and let it go.

It’s the chase, not the prize!

So that’s where the Christmas Squirrel in Adam@Home got to!

For most dogs that would now be a dead squirrel chew toy ;-)

“After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting. It is not logical, but is often true.”

because it bit you?

Because the thrill is gone and you have nothing to replace it with…

You’re invited to watch this video of Ray Steven’s song that features catching a squirrel. https://youtu.be/K16fG1sDagU

If you get depressed when you achieve a goal, maybe you’re not picking the right goals.

Anticipation is always better than the event

Check out today’s “Moderately Confused”.

You’re both probably headed for the nuthouse.

Catcher’s Remorse.

Recently, during a walk in the country at night, my dog spotted a possum and took out after it. He caught up with it and bowled it over and it just laid there. He stood sniffing it in confusion and had the same expression: What do I do now? We finally walked away and – sure enough – it was only playing possum!

Reminds me of the Peggy Lee song: (I caught a squirrel and I thought,)I don’t know what, but when it was over I said to myselfIs that all there is to (catching a squirrel)?Is that all there is, is that all there is?If that’s all there is my friends, then let’s keep dancingLet’s break out the booze and have a ballIf that’s all there is

You sure don’t look depressed. I think that you just found a new friend.

Our dog rapidly started eating his catch head first.

It wasn’t what you thought it would be. That applies to a lot of so called achievements…..

Nothing left to live for.

When I was 12 or 13, I shot a squirrel. I was so proud of that great shot! Then I went out and picked up its dead, lifeless corpse, and all the pride went away. I have despised hunting ever since then.

One of our Border Collies, a joyous, harmless soul, once caught a squirrel he was chasing. He brought the little critter to us and gently laid it down and looked up at us as if to say, “I don’t know what happened! Can you fix??”. There wasn’t a mark on the squirrel; we think he died of fright. That dog neither caught not chased again.

He may have to turn in his Dog card.

Once your life’s ambition is achieved, there is nothing to look forward to.

Now the heavy lifting begins.