That there's my little Pug, Jingle. She's the cutest little thing in the world but she has a disobedient streak. If Jingle's decides she's not listening to you, then guess what?, she's not listening to you. You might as well be invisible, because she's going to do what she wants anyway. Jingles is easy to read. When she's happy and feeling good, she's jumping around and perky from the top of her snout right down to the curl of her tail. But if she's not good, you can tell right away. She is lethargic an lazy. The biggest indicator of Miss Jingles mood is her curly little tail. When it is not curly at the top of her back as it should be, it is hanging down limply behind her legs and you can be sure that something is not right.
I equate this to the expression, "wearing your heart on your sleeve" and Jingles and I share this common trait. I guess you could say that if I'm not right, you can tell by the curl of my tail. Most of the time I'm not even aware of the fact that my unfurled tail is apparent to the ouside world, but it would seem that everyone around me is. I'm a lousy liar. I can swear to your face that everything is fine, that I am great and without worry, but the "curl of my tail" tells a completely different story.
Much like Jingle, I have days when my tail is perfectly looped and proudly sitting on my back like a peacock's plume of feathers. My positive energy is palpable, infectious almost, and I plow through my day making miracles happen. Then there are days that the curl just isn't in the tail, and try as I might, I cannot hide it. The curl of my tail betrays me. You see, I'm a thinker. I need to think a situation through before I take action and when something weighs heavy on my mind, I find it hard to hold my tail up high. Eventually I get through it, but the tail is the indicator.
Today the tail is curled and sits in it's proper place and all is as it should be. Even if it isn't, today my tail will not reveal me to the world.