The Mindfulness of a Dog: Learning to Smell the Roses

Michael S. Fenster M.D., FACC, FSCA&I, PEMBA
You Are What You Eat




The Mindfulness of a Dog: Learning to Smell the Roses

During the Holidays, be mindful of those dog smells.

Posted May 18, 2021
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Reviewed by Ekua Hagan



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Last week, I found myself telling people that I couldn't stop worrying about Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. I couldn't stop thinking about how Rudolph was such a sleuth. I couldn't stop thinking about all the gifts I was supposed to get for him this year. 
And as I reflected on my loss, I began to realize that, despite my brain's best efforts, he hadn't really gotten me.

I couldn't stop thinking about how much he must have appreciated each gift he gave me. I couldn't stop thinking about how the thought of all the presents he had would probably make my head spin. He traveled to all corners of the world, visiting people in all kinds of roles, from farmers and doctors to movie stars and royalty. He even bought me a full-page map, so I could show people all the places to which he traveled, just to annoy him. 

I've documented many other examples of how we use these visual images of Santa Claus to annoy people. This image of Santa clad in a flowing white dress, reaching through a window, looking down upon the assembled group of people, falling through a mountain of gifts, and concluding that it's time to give presents in person isn't just an end to the series. It's an opening to a series of specific memories. 





Can you guess what Santa did next?
Source: Andrea Piacquadio/Pexels



This image of Santa clad in a flowing white dress, reaching through a window, looking down upon the assembled group of people, collapsing a mountain of presents, and concluding that it's time to give presents in person isn't just an end to the visual images of Santa Claus and the world he leaves behind. It's an opening to a memory. 
This is what Santa does in the opening credits sequence of the movie Santa Claus Fe. He opens his eyes, as if descending from the back of the church to join the illustrious choir singing Christmas songs. 

Then
he MOANS uncontrollably.