Two Hairy Brothers: 4

Letter from Bro Dyfrig BFdeB to Bro Duncan PBGV

Howton Grove Priory
,
Herefordshire

30 December 2016

Dear Cousin Dunc,

BigSis says that, if I’m good and stop chewing my sore paw, she’ll let me do the blog tomorrow. Trouble is, I haven’t many thoughts in my head other than the usual — food, sleep and walks. Can you advise?

Love and licks,

Bro Dyfrig xx

P.S. I bet Christmas in Beyond was . . . heavenly.

Letter from Bro Duncan PBGV to Bro Dyfrig BFdeB

The Heavenly Houndland
Beyond

30 December 2016

My dear Bro Dyfrig,

You’re obviously coming on by leaps and bounds, young sprog. My literary career didn’t begin until I was quite mature; but I’m sure you’ll make a good blogger in time. As to advice, well, it is the end of the year and human beans tend to get silly and sentimental, especially if they’ve had too much to drink. Perhaps you could say something about being determined to make 2017 a better year for everybody? Keep it simple and they’ll lap it up.

Your affectionate old cousin,

Duncan

Letter from Bro Dyfrig BFdeB to Bro Duncan PBGV

Howton Grove Priory
,
Herefordshire

31 December 2016

Dear Cousin Dunc,

Thank you for your advice. I lay awake in my basket all night long thinking about what I should say today — and then, pow!, it hit me. I should write about what I know best. I know I think about food, sleep and walks most of the time, but I realise that I always think about them with gratitude. P’raps what human beans need is more gratitude and fewer grumbles, then they would be happier — just like you and me, in fact.

So, I thought about saying that, as 2016 comes to an end, instead of moaning and groaning about everything that went wrong and all the disappointments the old year held, we could say thank you for all the things that went right: for the times we got up and the sun was shining, and our paws weren’t sore, and our food bowls were full, and someone gave us a tummy rub or whatever the human bean equivalent is, and life was wonderful because it is life and is to be treasured, every single moment of it. And I thought I could add that even the difficult bits can be O.K. I was very sad to leave my old home in Wallingford, but the monastery isn’t too bad and BigSis and LittleSis do everything They can to make sure I’m happy.

Then I thought some more (it was a long night) and decided I could remind human beans that dogs don’t keep a score of wrongs done (we’re a bit like our Heavenly Master in that respect) and they could try to make peace with those they’ve hurt or let down and begin the New Year with joy and gladness and a dogged determination to try to be kinder and more generous to everyone. That’s much better than making resolutions about losing weight or learning Swahili, and possibly harder, too.

Finally, I thought about the advice you gave me when I was professed: to be myself, but to be my best self. The more I think about it, the more true I realise it is. I think you are the wisest dog I know, Cousin Dunc; and I will try to follow your advice in 2017.

Love and licks,

Bro Dyfrig xx

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8 thoughts on “Two Hairy Brothers: 4”

  1. A full tummy , some sunshine and a tummy tickle along the way – what a lovely way to remember the year !!
    Happy New Year to you all xx

  2. You left your home in Wallingford for Hereford. Exchanging one lovely place for another. Things to thank God for.

    And you have two lovely people to amuse day by day, who give you lots of freedom, and food and love, apart from when you are on the Visitors Sofa – when a frown or two might be in order.

    The best thing about being a dog is that you are perpetually happy with a tail to indicate that as well as lots of bouncing about and licks to distribute evenly to anyone who cares to give you attention.

    And finally you have a fur coats to keep you warm as you lay by the fire, and toast. So much to be thankful for.

    And an admiring audience to read your blogs, which are nearly as good as those of the late, lamented @BroDuncan – may he run in peace and enjoy heavenly kibble.

  3. Wonderful food for thought – thank you Brother Dyfrig and heavenly hound Brother Duncan plus your human beans.
    God bless you all in the coming year and always.

  4. Dear Brothers
    You have beaten Cuddy to it! He tells me he has been ruminating along the same vein – about gratitude bringing happiness. He was going to put paw to pad this morning, but it not sure he can match up to you fellows. I’ll have to have a little chat with him about being HIMself and putting things his way, which he’s normally good at. He says he wasn’t thinking about it all night though…
    “Isn’t it good when brothers agree together”

    Have a VERY blessed new year

  5. Thank you for your kind comments. Bro Dyfrig BFdeB asks me to say he is feeling very gruntled and wishes you all a very happy New Year. At the moment he is supine, snoring his head off, ‘lost in wonder, love and praise’ like the true contemplative he is Or rather, aspires to be. 😉

  6. Posted on FB as “Required Reading.”

    Please pray for This Old Dawg who makes final promises as an Oblate in the Ordinariate soon, St John’s Collegeville. Thanks.

  7. I used to say to your cousin, Dunc, Bro, that he was God’s Little Reflection. One can only marvel at how doggedly you are following in his pawprints and how perfectly the mantle of community dog-blogger befits you.

    It’s true we human beans are a bit slow on the uptake with thankfulness, but El Springador often reminds me there’s a lot of walkies in that virtue when he licks his gratitude for blessings of every kind, including my supper. When it comes to supper, even Ruth amid the alien corn vowing undying loyalty to Naomi, does not cut it.

    Anyway, say your pawers and keep that tail wagging and you’ll warm the hearts of everyone who visits the Priority, to say nothing of keeping Them – bless ’em! – cheerful.

    Here’s wishing you lots of tummy tickles in 2017 and we hope that paw will heal quickly.

    Love and blessings,

    Rosy and Jack
    xx

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