D is for Dog

I’m so sorry I have been MIA the past few weeks. With all of the things going on since my Mother’s death, I have had a hard time getting back in the swing of things.

So far most of my posts have been pretty deep and serious so I thought I’d take the opportunity to lighten things up a bit this week and talk about a few things you may not know about me that are a little on the lighter side.

I decided to start out with D is for dog, because, for reals, how cute is he?

They say dogs and their owners look alike—well…at least we have the same taste in hair styles!

If someone had told me a year ago that I would have a little dog, I would have bet them a lot of money that they would be wrong and I would have walked away a winner. There is something about being alone, far away from the people you love that helps soften a hard old heart that was intent on no indoor animals. It also doesn’t hurt to have learned about the plight of abused and neglected animals from my friends at Living With Harmony.

Meet Roscoe…a feisty but love able Terrier mix with some PTSD. I’m not sure exactly what happened to this little guy before he was rescued, but he was brought to the Humane Society in New Mexico as a stray with a 5-7 inch laceration on his left hip. I think it must have come from another dog or a car after watching how he responds to those stimuli. Luckily I found a great trainer and we are working to make the world a less scary place for him to be. He has already shown improvement in how he reacts to people, so I’m encouraged.

He has quite a little strut while we are out on walks, he loves belly rubs and he is really good at fetch (and fast). He has become a bright spot in my life and I love him.

Having him has helped me realize my goal of being a morning person. It has also help me focus a little more on giving and being of service, because he needs me. And, it helps me focus my self talk on more kind and loving things because I hear myself saying them out load to him. Even in spite of the vomit and picking up another creatures poop (which I vowed I would never do), I consider him a blessing.

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