Our dog Louis is 12 years old going on two. I have a theory. You see, Your Survival Guy and Gal are empty nesters—both kids away at college—we’re home alone (not to be confused with economically free). And then there’s Louis. The house all to himself. No kids to take the attention away from him. He couldn’t be happier or more needy. He rules the roost and loves it.
When we walk him, we’re often asked what kind of dog he is. “Australian Labradoodle,” I say. “Oh, you’re one of those people,” they yell. Kidding. They don’t say that, but I know they’re thinking it.
“What makes him Australian?” they ask.
“His accent,” I say.
Then Your Survival Gal pushes me aside and explains how his breeder was Australian, where the breed originated in the early 80s, and how he’s a mix of lab, poodle, English cocker spaniel, American cocker spaniel, and Irish water spaniel.
“He’s a lot,” I say.
Which brings me to you. Not the dog part. But the relationship you and I have. The camaraderie we enjoy. The connection we have from our conversations, emails, or from you just hanging around www.yoursurvivalguy.com and reading my “Friday Missives,” as some of you refer to the emails. We have a lot in common. We do.
Because you’re living the retirement life you dreamed about, taking big trips, playing the best golf in a long time, or pickleball. You’ve done some big things since you stopped working. I also know you like your life just the way it is. Your family time. Time with your grandkids. The fact you can leave (it’s exhausting). And your happy place with your flock of snowbirds. (Don’t worry, the kids visit).
These are the good years. Make sure you’re getting the love and attention you deserve, and that you’re giving it to those around you, too. And don’t feel like you’re above begging. It’s working miracles over here.
Action Line: We all need to be heard. When you’re ready to talk, I’m listening.
Originally posted on Your Survival Guy.