I am
sitting at the computer and a beautiful white head appears beside me. It is soft white fur when I touch it, I feel
my heart swell and skip a beat. It is my
Phalen; I would know that big gorgeous head with my eyes closed. He has stopped by on his rounds to say; “HI
Mom”. I stop typing, thank him for his
time and kiss his head. He looks at me
with those big beautiful brown eyes and is gone in a flash. Two seconds later I hear him jump on my bed
and try to eat his sister Abby. It is
music to my ears.
Life is
busy and I never have enough time for the things that I really want to do. I am busy chasing my dream, driving a bus to
pay the bills while that happens, social responsibilities, housework and the
list goes on. I often worry my own dogs
get cheated by my busy schedule. I worry
that they could be so much more or do so much more if I were here with them
more often.
Moments
like today when my dogs choose me over everything else in their world, are balm
to my soul. I feel like it is there way
of endorsing and supporting my dreams.
As if they are saying “It’s OK mom, we understand and we are here to
help make your dreams come true”. It
would be easy to dismiss it as wishful thinking on my part, but it’s not. My dogs are honest, much more honest than
me. I admire their honesty and hope I
never take it for granted.
I try to
explain this concept to students, acknowledging when your dog chooses you and
they look at me with blank stares. I am
up against trainers and a society that misconstrue this beautiful
communication. It is not a demand for
attention, it is very different. It is a
soft, beautiful communication. A moment
of pure love, a moment when my dogs take the time to come and tell me how much
they love me and how important I am to them.
People have so much to learn from dogs!
So to my
beautiful babies, Wolf, Riley, Sheena, Foxy, Abby and Phalen….thank you for the
time, thank you for the feel of your fur, thank you for teaching me to be a
better person, but mostly thank you for loving me…warts and all.
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