We have had our adopted dog Blue since January. And he is family and knows how things work and his place. He is house trained (thank God!) and leash trained and we do one or two long walks a day and about 4 very short walks. We go to the dog park every day or two also to let him run without a leash and just break loose. He eats well, drinks filtered water, is very healthy now with a shiny, soft coat, has a comfy dog bed, sleeps in my son’s room, etc. All this, and he still bolted for a squirrel, got loose from my grip and continued into the only woods on our walking route and had to be caught. Ran like a wild animal with no family that needed to eat that squirrel to live or something.
He is still a wild animal through it all. He is programmed to survive.
And I got to thinking about that. What separates tame from wild? Circumstances? Timing? Breeding?
What about people? What separates Godly from ungodly? Circumstances? Timing? Family upbringing?
For people, it is more. We have the power within our minds to reason and choose morality. We also can ask God for more wisdom and strength when times get tough. This is our God-given built-in, our brain.
And if we stay close to God and choose morality and reason, there is no problem we can not overcome. This is true personally, as a family, as a business, as a state, as a nation, as the kingdom of God.
This is hope, friends. Praise God!😄❤
We have now had three visits to the new to us (about one year old) dog park that is just 10 minutes from our house in bad traffic. So exciting. Our dog is living to run free off his leash, something our annoying HOE does not allow (I mean, we could use a few less stray cats lol). And it is good we all are running around with him. He is impressively fast! He was running alongside a greyhound mix and was inching ahead of him. He is just super fast.
And I miss that. I miss living on the farm with a 14-acre yard and a 250-acre field to run wild with the dogs through. So, here is my theory. If I can ever buy some land again, I will. And if I can’t in this life, I will ask God for some field time in heaven. Lol.
For now, the dog park is our new best friend.❤
We had a gig tonight and my son’s dad messed up our weekends again so Blue (our dog) had to come with us to the gig. The gig was 7pm-11pm in Kissimmee, so was a late night for all of us, especially when the kids and Blue are in bed by 9pm. So I had no idea how it would all work out. And Blue was great, and after much prayer that he would not try to eat any tiny dogs, he was fine all night. And he got a bunch of attention and love also… so glad we got him bathed before we went. A great night and I am thankful. God is good at helping with huge things and these little tiny details. Praise God!😄❤
Today my kids and I brought Lucy (my Dad’s little gray yorkiepoo) in to visit him in the nursing home. It had been a week or more since we did so. The dog did not greet Dad, who had been her favorite place to be when he lived at home. She had to be held on the bed for him to pet and still then would not look at him. She looked away, very uncomfortable and very not wanting to be there. And my mind wonders whether dogs know something we don’t know or sense something we don’t sense or if it is a matter of him just smelling different in a different environment. And my mind races to wonder at these things. And because of this nonwelcome, my dad ended up wiping a tear away and felt she rejected him or didn’t remember him. His sadness was more than I could bear. And on top of trying to work with this scenario, my mom was unknowingly demanding my attention to serve her and take care of what she wanted. So, I smiled my best smile and kissed Daddy and took Lucy home, knowing that I would not be repeating such a visit that caused more sadness than happiness. And the pictures I brought him of Lucy will be a better happier memory for him than her presence. Sometimes empathy dictates action and something which sounds good on paper does not work well in life. And happiness should be emphasized in the last days, months of life and not press upon it that which brings grief. So, out of love for my Dad, Lucy will remain home. Sometimes, as with my children, you shelter those you love from harm sometimes. Wisdom is knowing when to do this. And I long to be wise and hope this is the trait I am using in this decision. I know my Dad better than anyone but Aunt Barb, his sister, and were he still of his full mind, he would decide this for me if our roles were reversed. Sometimes loving someone best is not forcing their hand to accept that which you think is best versus that which is indeed best for them. It is unwise and unloving and impractical to push a rope. You may momentarily win at something, feel good for a moment, and if you weren’t paying attention may think you were doing the right thing, but right for you may not be right for them. I am not talking about right versus wrong, which line should not be blurred, but right according to your prescription versus what the person you are caring for actually needs. My Dad needs peace and calm and love and visits that promote these things. Sadness is not one of those things. Lucy is precious to him and always will be but sharing her memory when she cuddled him and slept on his bed may very well be the best time with her. Moral: what is best for you is not necessarily the best for someone you are caring for. Taking care of them implies you are looking to their best interest and not your own. So, there it is. And I will continue to wonder at Lucy’s bizarre reaction and what that means, realizing that dogs understand many things we do not in ways they can only communicate to us through their behavior. My Dad taught me that.