What are smiles? The corners of our lips turned up to show we are happy; hmm the simple version.
Sometimes smiles come in many different ways.
Today’s smile was brought to me by Reilly.
He made me laugh, with his little Reilly smile.
I laughed on the outside but as I walked away to do something in the house the feeling stayed with me; a smile in my heart. It trigged other thoughts, thoughts that brought a greater feeling, and then a bigger warmer feeling in my heart began to spread.
Some people can’t smile; they are in a place where life doesn’t bring them smiles. They try to make the smile happen yet there it is the black cloud that turns each corner down. The once warm heart stays cold. Unhappiness becomes their daily feeling.
There are times when the smile takes effort and if you forget to make the attempt to put on a happy face some people feel compelled to tell you to “smile”. Sometimes the reminder may bring one out of deep thought and back to reality but other times telling someone to smile when one does not know why they are frowning is dangerous territory.
If what I have done may bring a smile to heart or some ones face so be it, I will not tell them to smile. Sometimes it’s the little things that will take that person to the place that will make them feel like smiling.
I leave that job up to the universe to bring smiles or Reilly.
Because he always makes you smile, I am giving you a shot of Reilly today.
Some of you know of him, some of you have met him and some of you have seen him on my flickr page but he is always good for a smile no matter where you see him.
Whenever I am out with Reilly I see it, strangers smile and say “Is he a Jack Russell?” and of course he is and they laugh. They all think he is a puppy. Reilly is 7.
Reilly came to our house on August 11, 2007 and never left. He was a rescue; he lived in his foster home for 3 years before we found him. He needed some structure. His original owners would let him wander the neighborhood. He would come home with UPS packages and autographed baseball hats from other people’s garages. I guess that is why he ended up in a foster home. Tim wanted to give him back, my heart wouldn’t let go. We trained him, Tim trained him. He now listens. He stole Tim’s heart too. A little sketchy around kids but we know how to take care of that, he still spins but not as often. Ya have to meet Reilly in person to see the spin, neighbors watch out windows just to see; they laugh.
Reilly was suppose to have a different name but because he was an older dog we kept the one he had; I changed the spelling to a more Irish version. You know because if Reilly talked he would have an Irish brogue. Tim thinks I am nuts but there is this personality that comes out of Reilly when you are walking him sometimes. I call it, The Officer Reilly.
Growing up in my neighborhood when I was little they had beat cops that walked the streets. At night they checked storefront doors making sure they were locked, cleared out the shadows keeping the streets safe; we lived on the first floor so I could watch them walk by they were always alert, looking side to side, going in and out of the door ways. THAT is Reilly when we walk around the neighborhood, he ducks in and out of driveways looking at people’s houses, pert, on his toes, ears pricked in the air looking from side to side and up the streets.
Here is officer Reilly to give you a smile today.