Scooter

Scooter is the real boss of Cranberry Inn. He is six years old, and he takes his hosting duties seriously. "He'll bark you out and bark you in," our hostess explained. He does this with much wagging of his tail and a voice far bigger than his little body. But he isn't a yippy dog; other than barking you in and out, you'd never know he's there, he's so quiet.

He's also a social butterfly. By dinner time he was bringing me his toys, so I could play tug of war with him.

*yawns* Is it Friday evening, yet? I am ready for the weekend.

Why One, But Not the Other?

There is a lot of angst and sadness and anger in the world, and I seem to be able to easily, instinctively absorb those feelings from others. I wonder why I do not internalize others' happiness in that way. Their happiness, while real to me, is always separate from my own feelings. In contrast, I feel their sadness as though it is my own.

Honoring Myself

My conscience is my guide. In fact, honoring my conscience is very important, because that is how I honor and respect myself. When I do not follow my conscience, I am dishonoring myself just as surely as everyone who ever disrespected me in any way has dishonored me. If I should be able to trust anyone to honor me, it should be myself.