They snuggle, they sit on command, they run to you when you come home. Love.
They puke—on carpet, themselves and you—they nip, they dig a mud hole in the center of the lawn you finally leveled and seeded last summer. Hate.
Last week I threw (figurativley—promise--) our poodle puppy outside after doing something unforgiveable that I can’t recall now. I didn’t care if he pooped all over the kid’s play area, dug trenches or tore up toys. I just wanted him OUT.
When I settled down and went to welcome him in…I saw red.
Bright red pawprints all over the deck. And because he was so excited to see me, he pranced all over the deck, spotting the unfinished wood with bloody prints EVERYWHERE.
I admit I was conflicted. I didn’t know whether to feel guilt or rage.
It’d been a long day.
I decided to feel nothing and just take care of what had to be done. He had sliced his toe somehow, so after a “loving” scrub in the tub, I bandaged his paw and crossed my fingers that this wouldn’t turn into a nasty vet bill from an infection.
What did I get?
Absolute Bliss. A wonderful week where the bandage made walking around way too awkward. He followed me around and laid at my feet instead. We cuddled. We hugged.
We forgave.
The day the bandage came off? He sprung a leak on the bathroom rug.
Ahahaha captured my feelings about my white fuzzball perfectly. I will have to share this.
ReplyDeleteYou had me at the title. ~Mary
ReplyDeleteUnconditional love forever, from them, and you also learn to give it to them. One of Heavenly Fathers mos special creature. No matter what they do or you do they love you.
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