Dave the Irish Wolfhound has a choice this morning. A box was hurriedly put away and some of the contents had spilled onto the kitchen floor. He’s a curious fellow so he padded over, his lithe frame swaying side to side, and he was delighted to see that this particular box was the one containing his snacks. Four lovely bonio have made their way into his life. As it happens, he feels peckish and is quite keen on a biscuit. He is not greedy though, one will do. But which one?
Biscuit 1 – this one is okay, nothing special but nothing against it
Biscuit 2 – well, this one has a chunk missing from the corner, that’s less available deliciousness, but the scratchy edge might be satisfying against his gums
Biscuit 3 – the colour is slightly lighter but he thinks this one might be a bit bigger than the others
Biscuit 4 – there’s a big crack along the centre of this one which might make it easier to eat in two bites
His eyes scan each one in turn, again and again, thinking about the pros and cons. He considers which might be the best one. Why is it so hard to choose? A good few minutes in now, he feels he is just nearing in on making his final decision when his ever-smiling owner comes back to the kitchen. She exclaims at the debris on her kitchen floor and hastily picks up the biscuits with a mutter. She turns to look at him, cocks her head to one side, smiles and throws him one, putting the other three back in the box.
He chomps it down.
It was not the one he would have chosen.
*What can you learn from your dog?*
Ahhh, the paralysis of indecision. We are often lucky enough to have several options open to us and we can get stuck weighing up each one, sometimes to the point of inertia. We think that if we don’t make a choice then it can’t be the wrong one! But we just have to move forwards, even if it’s the wrong choice. No action gets us nowhere. It may seem easier if someone else ends up choosing for us, but was their decision really what we wanted?
Big breath. Decide. And do.