Sage Advice–from a Dawg!

Rocky the Hot Dog!

Rocky was a hot dog. After all, the temperature was set at “bake” that day and trees were as scarce as crab in a $5.99 Crab Louie. He probably would have stayed home under the awning, panting in search of a breeze, but my new friend Lisa and I wanted to go in search of the perfect sage bush. (I’m not sure God makes imperfect ones, but Lisa knew what we were looking for.) She harvests the fresh silver-green leafed branches to make gifts of smudge sticks. I’ve personally never used a smudge stick, but that didn’t stop me.  I wanted to make one!

We em-“barked” on our scorching search for what felt like an initiation walk over hot sandy coals.  We passed.

Almost out, but that’s a topic for another story.

We persevered, scanning the horizon, scouting the terrain, sweating profusely and me secretly wondering what in the blue blazes I was doing out there without a hat, water hydration pack, walking stick, close-toed shoes, GPS, cell phone and ice cream.

Oh well, I was out on adventure, which always makes my tail wag and my nose wet.

Rocky, hot on the trail near Mt. Shasta

 We trudged on until we found the perfect bush.

Lisa and the red-hot sage bush!

At least I think it was just right. It was kind of hard to tell with sweat stinging my eyesight into a salty blur. Just then, however, when my outer seeing disappeared, Rocky gave me his sage advice:

“If the sun is too hot, find shade.”

If you can’t stand the heat….

Why didn’t I think of that!

So, off we traipsed, looking along the way for a piece of wood that “spoke to us.” Now I don’t know about you, but I am open to all possibilities, so if a stick is about to speak to me, I am all ears. I picked up one that begged, then screamed at me, as my hearing wasn’t all that clear! It would not be ignored.

Coveting my admired prize, we trekked homeward.

Normally, Lisa would have used a fine twine to wrap the pungent stems around the chatty stick. But when you don’t have fine twine, use dental floss. (I think Rocky approved.)

Lisa wove her magic, Rocky silently (except for the panting), watched, and Mike’s cousin Margie exploded with glee when I told her about receiving sage advice from her dawg.

Glee-Full!

Besides, it’s fun to laugh at life. It’s even more fun to laugh at yourself. But don’t worry if you can’t do that yet; there are plenty of others who will do it for you. Ha! Ha!

What sage advice have you received from an animal? Please share. It would fill my readers and me with glee. It would also remind us that sage advice does not have to come from the perfect bush–in fact, it rarely does. How sweet!

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