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| Ritchie the dog : I was never sure whether Ritchie liked me or not but I think he quite liked himself |
I repeat here that often quoted dog owner's remark, “If
only I were half as good a person as my dog seems to think I am,” because for me this doggy witticism associates with a characteristic of those human beings – and I consider myself to be one - who have been brought up to believe it is
not a good thing to admit to feeling worthy of praise. On the other hand I hope I am not the only
person who, when complimented will immediately and effusively dismiss any accolade as undeserved, while being aware of a little
person inside waving a
flag and crying out, “Three cheers for me.”
This has all been a preamble to my recollection of advice given one day in 1998 by the Evening Standard astrologer, Peter Watson, to people born under
my birth sign, Libra. Like many of you I don’t pay any
attention to all that astrological forecasting nonsense......
Oh yeah ?
..…. but this horoscope of astrological insight , sorry, nonsense
- which, let me tell you right now I, with blushing modesty and humility, utterly dismiss - just won't let me quieten that little man inside who would really like to believe that this textual portrait of the tragic yet heroic Great Libran bears with it a real resemblance to him.
As for Ritchie the dog, he could handle praise. He had a sure sense of himself and his significance.
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