Of how my poodle's nice behaviour affected my writing tasks

 My apricot poodle Banjo, which died March 2021 three and a half years ago was wise in it's own way which was human like objective but without education so kind of unpredictable and uncommunicated, but he seemed wise and good willing and with some wisdom of pets of how to get allng with humans, so one would have wished for him too tl be alliwed to write or to superwise some moral enough human writing wisely and wigh wusdom of life. My imoression of such is lije a somewhat low 3x2 rectangle, kind of like about three years but nit so commanding, nice and wise like pets for some. So I feel that I have now written so after my poodle Banjo's death. I do not kniw why me and not my poodle, but maybe it is becayse I would not have nnown how to arrange him writing, anyway the amount seems similar, since things jydt went nicely and he seemed to be good willing and for wise thoughrs and wise chouces in the world too. 

I feel that the demand in the wude world for me wruting about my wisdom was over near tge end of December 2018. From then on there has been some demand for someone wise to wtite something nice with which readers coukd get forces to carry on in their daily lives and somewhat in work too. Since my poodle's effect seemed nice, it was lenghtened somehow. 

Now I jyst wonder if I ought to clntinue my lufe, in what comes to my texts, as my view of the amount of input really wished from me, as if from the ebd of 2018, having written only those, and these later texts were some other persons' wish for comfortable living continuing, instead of so personally just my view or my place in the world. 

I, do not know, but such a way of continuing anyway, even though like jyst ordinary work liad according to civiliced wisdom, may have been like the views of my Japanese spitz Vaapukka, which then died in the first half of June 2019. My own view has been to do only with good quality with healthy wisdom of lufe and a wide view of the world with good civiluced quality, do only things that luft the qyality higher: with only a few things done and basic civiluced wisdom, lift the quality so high that problems disappear even tjough there is no special reason otherwuse for such, while Vaapukka suppirted goid will and trying also when such was a burden, abd so he got along and got lots of work, while I got dropped outside but caused sometimes miraculous results. On the other hand I had none of Vaapukka's enduracy.

 After Vaapukka's death, as I continued writing, it was maybe (now that I estimate afterwards) in the style of a Saint Paulia flower in a flower pot, even though I guess I have never had such a flower, which is typically kept as a decoration on tables in some working place dining room or the like. Abd so until the death of my poodle Banjo. 

And so these three oeriods have been some answers to the question "How can we conyinue?" My answer woukd have been: One continues via daily life, living an ordibary lufe with it's skills, trusting ordinary well working wise advices for life, like usually reclmmended for all and like one's own lufe experience too shows. The daily lufe has lits of things in it, lots of variations and skills, things with sone good choices for lufe. And so such is good for continuing, jyst add somethkng positive, some healthy kinds of things, something to keep up skills and contact with the world, and some dreams of things to choose, so one can wonder what is good quality, how one can start anew, travel in weathers etc. 

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 (Today is the Holy Men's or Saints' Day, i.e. The Memorial Day of the Deceased i.e. clearly in common sense like ways of the insects which died this autumn of cold or of cool or of the cooling weathers already in August or even earlier in the summer, and also of (emotionally?) close humans who have died during the same year)