I recently became the proud mumma of a baby girl French Bulldog puppy, Frankie.
My bank balance a little lighter, but my heart a lot fuller.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m the first to admit Frankie is not the most sophisticated creature gracing the planet.
She likes to chew clothes and furniture (the more expensive, the better).
She poops everywhere.
She likes to eat dirt, and bark at birds.
And yet, in the past couple of weeks, the 1kg ball of total joy that is Frankie has taught me 5 very valuable life lessons.
- It’s the simple things
Us humans are masochists when it comes to overcomplicating our lives.
Yet Frankie is the purest exemplar of how to derive joy from the simple things.
Nothing gets her tail wagging more than affection. Interaction. Food. Sun.
Her thirst for play only sated by peaceful puppy slumber.
Frankie doesn’t want for fancy things. Mind games. Workplace politics.
She’s a pertinent reminder that we don’t need much in this life to make it a good one.
- Be nice
Puppies don’t discriminate.
They don’t care what gender you are.
Where you work.
What labels you wear.
They run up, open paws, to everyone.
Puppies don’t ask for much. They certainly don’t hold grudges.
Generous of spirit.
Quick to befriend.
Slow to judge.
In a world where people are not always particularly kind, Frankie is a reminder of how not to be a wanker.
- Live in the moment
Each meal. Each walk. Each cuddle.
Frankie is watching. Sniffing. Immersed in the present. Engaged of her senses. Unfettered by worries of the future.
A case study in mindfulness.
And it’s contagious.
I can come home after a shocking day at work and the way she bounces up to me plunges me into the present and reminds me that Life. Is. Good.
On a scale of “totally chill” to “highly strung,” I tend to teeter towards the latter.
Keeping busy, paying bills, scrolling Instagram, checking work emails.
Us millennials are slaves to ‘to do’ lists.
But with Frankie my favourite moments have become those at home. Chilling with her on the couch. A world away from commitments, concerns.
She’s frenetic, and yet she’s slowed me down.
Instead of stressing over dog food strewn all over the floor or washing left un-done, Frankie reminds me to let the small stuff go.
- Love. The purest form.
I love Frankie. Without reservation. Without condition. Without expectation of receiving. As she does me.
Realising that I have the capacity to love like this is eye-opening, and sheds a new light on how I treat the important humans in my life.
So. Apparently humans are the superior being.
And yet, I think Frankie could teach us all a thing or two about how to do life.