You can count on an abacus.
You can count on your hand.
You can even count on an egg timer.
There are a lot of things you can count on.

But then.  There are the things which you can’t.
These are what I like to call ….. …  “The Unpredictables.”

Boy oh boy.  Chef-Boy-Ardee-Boy-Oh-Boy….. life is full of the unpredictables.

The doneness of a medium steak… at any given restaurant.
The airline schedule.
The price of gasoline.
The weather.  Like… where lightning will strike next.

Oh, sure there are things you can depend on.
A good old peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
A hooded sweatshirt.
Gold Medal Flour.
The Energizer Bunny.

But in the bigger scheme of things… the universe seems filled with “The Unknowns.”

Perhaps… we might consider people.
Sometimes, people do the unpredictable.

On occasion, this may make you laugh…. or cry… happy… sad.. or sometimes even mad.

Okay… for example.  Have you ever met an English Bulldog with one gold-tooth?  Yeah?  Well, me neither….. so I don’t really know where I was going with THAT one.  But if I ever got an English Bulldog,  I would name him Gordy.  And I’d make sure he had one gold tooth…. when I picked him up from the shelter.   Me and Gordy would take long walks, and eat Milkbones together.  We’d play fetch the tennis ball, until I get tired… then I would let him chase the ball.  We’d watch reruns of Lassie, and become entirely and completely… the best of friends.    I would be able to count on Gordy….  like I can count to ten on my toes.

And when The Unpredictables came knocking on our door… we would honker down….. to see it through… whatever the “it” might be.  And when it was all said and done… I would hug Gordy… and be thankful for him… and of course……  for all the other good people…. and things in my life life… which I can count on.

Yep.  That’s what I would do.
If… I met an English Bulldog… that is.

There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.  –Aldous Huxley