Today I am extending an Ollie branch. That is peace, love and a treat. It could be a peanut butter treat or a tofurky treat. You choose. But you must spread the love. It’s time to branch out in unexpected ways. Not try. Do. I would say, “Just do it.” but someone trademarked those three words. Someone named Nike who was the winged goddess of victory long before she was a shoe company. How does that work? Branch out. Even to your enemies. Your perceived enemies. Your frenemies. Your mom. Your mother-in-law. The guy who doesn’t pick up his dog’s poop. The barking dog next door. The yappy, annoying dog. The slobbery dog that drools on you while wrestling. The squirrel in the park. The rude driver. The dude who cut in line. The Elvis shrine. Or any other unstable sign. Etc. and etc. I know I need to branch out. Bad. Branch out beyond dreaming of treats and tearing toys apart. Branch out to beyond my freckled face and dog breath. I know there are bigger dog possibilities for me out there. I see them out the car window. I see them in my dreams. I see them in Anne’s eyes. And sometimes they come to me in a still, small voice. I just need to learn to listen.