Duff here. Mom shopped online to Find Me a Soft bed. Not that I don’t have a Pallet Already. But in My Opinion, I can never have Too Many. She found One marketed as Luxurious: soft, Comfy, Irresistible to Canines. Click! It was Speeding on Its Way. To Me. Now that’s living unstuck.

The Packet arrived. Mom released this Hard ball from its Shipping Wrapper and shook It out. Poof! It was a Fluffy bed. In fact, It looked and felt a Lot like Me. I didn’t know what to do with the Gizmo at first, so Mom gently placed Me on it. You can see from the First Picture; I was hanging over both Edges. Not unstuck at all. Sigh.

I left That Contraption alone for a few Days. Walked around it. Ignored It. But this Afternoon, I gave It another try. Curled up as if I knew What I was Doing. See the Second Picture? Perfect. Just a Little Adjustment, both mental and Physical, and All was well. Living unstuck.

How about You? Were You unsuccessful when you tried Something out the First time? But then came Back, and Voila! Mission accomplished. I say: That’s the Ticket. And I’m with you all the way. Live unstuck. #unstuck-living#adjustments

When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.

—Viktor Frankl

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