Oh, the Elsie Squirt. She's a gal after my own heart: definately NOT the epitome of canine femininity. :o)
She sits and snuggles unlike any Lab I've known (spread eagle most of the time):
She slumps when she sits (how un-ladylike!):
She's eats who-knows-what (the grossest of things), but she's always soft-mouthed with us:
She wrassles with the best of them:
Oh, but she pounces and pins and likes being top dog, too:
She's smart (can open the back door at will):
She's fiesty, fun, impish, loving, faithful, and affectionate all wrapped up into one:
And I wouldn't trade her for another female Lab on the planet.
You know, it's not so bad to be tomboyish and impish and tender. Elsie illustrates that truth well for me; it's really not the contradiction in terms I thought it was.
For years I wrestled with self-esteem issues because I didn't think I was "feminine" enough (my twin sister got that gene). Much like Elsie, I was (and am) a tomboy: I rarely wore make-up, rarely did anything to my hair except pull it back into a ponytail, never had manicured nails, and dressed in jeans or sweats most of the time. I definately do NOT represent the epitome of human feminity or style. I'm just frumpy, tomboyish me.
But Elsie teaches me that that's okay. I love Elsie for who she is: imp, snuggler, tomboy, tender-hearted soul. And, truth be told, she's much like me. I suppose the people who love me really do love me for who I am, too--the whole package, just as we love Elsie's whole package.
For years (decades) my husband tried to tell me this, but I only believed him in part, thinking that I still needed to be more "feminine" or more polished. Instead of feeling defective because I'm not (and never will be) what the world defines as the "feminine" ideal, I should learn to celebrate who God made me to be, just as I celebrate who Elsie is.
The world is a far richer place because of the Elsies who grace us with their presence. :o)
If only we could learn to accept that truth about Elsie's human equivalents.
'Til next time,