Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.
~Mark Twain

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By Peter Darcy | On Aug 30, 2019 | No Comments

Mister Buddy’s Guide to Non-Profit Leadership: Principles for Success in a Charitable World By Peter Darcy “Over a 40 year career in business I read, and was formed by, some of the Masters: Drucker, Peters, Porter, Collins, Lencioni et al. Never, however, have I read a book that better integrated leadership principals, business imperatives, cultural observation, Christian spirituality, and missionary…

Angelic Innocence

By Peter Darcy | On Jul 12, 2016 | No Comments

My second revelation was the recognition of the unblemished innocence of her soul compared to mine or to that of any human being. She didn’t need a new Ferrari or a week in Vegas to know joy. For her, bliss was a belly rub, a walk on a sunny day – or in the rain, for that matter – an…

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Beauty of the World

By Peter Darcy | On Dec 25, 2015 | No Comments

As described by Trixie: The world is beautiful place. Don’t mean just big beautiful like starry sky. Like Grand Canyon. Like Painted Desert. Like crazy-huge beautiful ocean brings all kinds smelly things to shore, and you sniff, sniff, sniff, and maybe eat one and then throw up. ——————– Mean also small beautiful like shell of ladybug. Like color of carrots and shape…

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Dog Intuition

By Peter Darcy | On Nov 22, 2015 | No Comments

Trixie inspired me to look at things from a new perspective, made the familiar fresh again, somehow shared with me her recognition of great beauty in mundane scenes, and reawakened in me an awareness of the mystery that is woven into the warp and weft of everything we perceive with our five senses but can know only with our hearts. This may…

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Dog Sayings

By Peter Darcy | On Oct 4, 2015 | No Comments

Trixie’s Wisdom: Encourage beer drinking at summer picnics. Drunks drop more food. Eat grass, throw up. Doesn’t sound like fun, but is. A puppy is the only love that money can buy. Mailman does not come to house to kill us all. Comes to house to torture and then kill. Paws are better than hands. Paws cannot forge signatures, cannot point fingers of blame,…

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Dog Innocence

By Peter Darcy | On Sep 15, 2015 | No Comments

Her species has been granted limited but significant intellect, also emotions and hope. What most separates her from humankind and from other higher life forms isn’t mental capacity, however, but her innocence. The dog’s self-interest expresses only in matters of survival, never degenerating into the selfishness that is expressed in an infinite variety of ways by those who consider themselves…

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Famous Dogs

By Peter Darcy | On Aug 22, 2015 | No Comments

In Trixie’s estimation: Thomas Jefferson said life mostly sunshine. Hitler said life mostly suffering. Freud said life meaningless. You know whose dog has more fun. [Dean Koontz, Bliss to You (Hyperion: New York, NY, 2008), p. 57.]

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By Peter Darcy | On Jul 24, 2015 | No Comments

Sunshine! Sunrise! Sunset! Rain! Walk in rain, fur wet, smell so good! Snow! Wind, wind, wind of a million smells!!! ———- When every day heart swells with gratitude for all gifts of life, you are on brink of bliss. To know such deep constant gratitude, you had to shed so much. ———- To approach bliss, you had to shed idea…

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By Peter Darcy | On Jun 20, 2015 | No Comments

Many proofs dogs are peak of Creation. Is no dog equivalent of Paris Hilton. Is no dog would wear plaids, stripes together. No dog ever tied human to post, left alone in backyard. No dog ever got drunk, woke up next morning in bed with strange cat. ———- St. Francis was wise. He said console others instead of seeking to…

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Judge of Character

By Peter Darcy | On May 12, 2015 | No Comments

Trixie – an incredible judge of character: Even serial killers have dogs they love and that return their affection, thought it’s difficult to imagine John Wayne Gacy knitting a sweater for a Chihuahua or Jeffrey Dahmer taking time away from his collection of severed heads to frolic in the park with a Labradoodle. Perhaps Stalin’s dogs had to love him…

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