Happily Deluded

Sometimes his barking awakens us at nights as he tracks creatures that are not there. Other times my children laugh as we watch our dog Dexter prance in small circles, then suddenly jump grabbing a mouth full of dirt when he probably thinks he has a lizard. Last night he flung himself upward, grabbing branches as he chased birds long gone.

Happily deluded we have decided. His mind damaged, his sense of smell gone, probably from the poison that he has ingested several times as robbers sought to kill him in order to break into our home.

How like that some people are. Chasing dreams that are mirages. Thinking they have it made, when they have nothing that really matters. Putting their hope in the false without a clue to the fact they are just happily deluded