recently had a ridiculous interaction with extended family... that is entirely explained by my former professor's wife's puppy.
She carefully examined each one... looking for the perfect coat... the sweetest disposition... the cutest tail. After 30 minutes or so, she happily paid the farmer and brought her baby beagle home.
the next morning there was a horrible crowing... she tried to clear her head... where could the noise be coming from? After some groggy investigation... her puppy was found cock-a-doodling.
See... he had been raised under a chicken coup... grew up listening to the sounds of the chickens... day after day... hearing the chickens and roosters... the puppy sounded like his environment. :)
we all sound like our environment. don't we? we talk like our friends. we argue like our parents. - we do what we have seen patterned.
eventually her puppy stopped crowing... the new environment having it's impact.
the environments we choose... form our destiny... we decide... if we are going to learn to be who we were made to be... or continue to cluck.
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