A life lesson...from my dog.
This is my dog Zoey. She is a rescue...deaf- dicey vision at best...
She was beaten with sticks (which I found out by walking her on the beach,
picking up a piece of driftwood and having her escape out of a harness in fear)-
chases cars and reflections...
And, I believe she may have been tethered, because she still will eat things that would
poison any other creature, but if she finds it first,
it's impossible to get it out of her mouth.
Zoey steals my socks if they drop out of the dryer,
swipes my dishtowel if I leave it on the sink...pulls the towels out of the basket in my bath...
And, if I'm on the phone,
she takes her bed cover, drags it into the living room and chews on it until I come.
We take long walks together almost every day-
And, she sleeps at the foot of my desk and next to my bed.
Lately my schedule has been rather hectic.
However, she falls sweetly into the rhythm of life's changes with me-
whether it's the hurricane, a move, or being gone most of the day for appointments and work.
I can leave her for hours and she will just curl up and snore in bliss.
Yesterday was my day off. I had a barre class, an appointment, errands...
I left at 8:30, was home by 3- ate, walked her and had to leave again.
I got home at 10. I took her out to pee, gave her a treat and put her back to bed.
She started to fake bark (to talk to me), and then real bark (which she never does).
I got up- thought she might be thirsty or have to go outside again-nothing.
I sat on the floor, and signed for her to come to me.
She started to play (which in an apartment is not a good thing at 10:30).
I opened my arms again and she came to me.
She literally nestled her head in between my shoulder and face, and as I embraced her,
I rubbed her body up and down, while she moaned in a sigh of contentment-
the same way I do when my body is sore and I get a good massage.
We did this for a few minutes- literally hugging one another.
Then I gave her a treat, put her back to bed and she went right to sleep.
I crawled back into bed with the insight that just because we are in the same space and sharing
the same walk doesn't mean that she doesn't need to be pet, stroked, held, touched.
I reflected on a time down south when my dear friend's husband used
to cross the lawn at church to give me a hug.
She would stand next to him with a big smile on her face as I hugged back.
One day I told them how amazing that hug was to receive.
Because no matter how social I am or how many people I love or who loves me-
living alone meant that some weeks, that was the only hug I'd received.
It was such a gift. It was as if God whispered in their ear.
It continues to amaze me how this dog named Zoey that I rescued from
the shelter- rescues me in so many ways.
Today, another reminder...another lesson that I do not take for granted.