The "Mean Lady"
My dogs, they touch me. I know what they are thinking, I know what they
say. Sometimes, I am so wrapped up in what I am going through, that I
"turn it off", so I won't have to listen.
Each time I flounder, they
push me towards my intended path. I stumble, they right me, I turn away,
in pain, they are quietly insistent that they are right here beside me.
I second guess, I propel things along where I shouldn't, they bring me
back into focus. Of what isimportant, what I need, what completes me.
They have always accepted me, for who I am. Whether weak, standing
strong or comatose. If you have never been loved by a dog, that
unconditionally, does not care about any of your vices, your weaknesses,
your failings, then you are indeed missing a gift. To see yourself, in
your dog's eyes, is to look into your soul and accept yourself
Holden, 14 months