May 18, 2009

The Blessing of the Dogs


Jane: It had been a grueling three weeks. Intense, even. I'd had my nose to the grindstone, working long hours every day to complete a freelance book project. I'd been so consumed with this assignment that I'd found it difficult to take time off for a quick trip to the park or a simple stroll around the neighborhood with Rich and the dogs.

Finally, with a click of "send now," the project launched from my laptop into cyberspace, aiming for the publisher's in-box. Now--whew--I could put the eyestrain and frayed nerves behind me.

So I loaded Boomer and Daisy into the car and headed west for the dog park. Once there, the dogs dashed ahead of me in a meet-and-greet frenzy of sniffing and rumbling, then excitedly followed me along the wide mulched path. Before long they were lured off the path by some invisible scent; running like the wind, leaping with pure joy through the waving green grasses, they searched for its source. I plodded on, knowing I'd catch up to them sooner or later. All the while, I felt as though I was coming out of a long, dreary sleep.

As the sun warmed my face, I thought about how fortunate these canine creatures are. They have no deadlines to keep; no professional reputation to maintain. No worries about where their next meal will come from, or what they will wear, or what will happen to them tomorrow. They live a life filled with simple pleasures and blissfully greet each one as if it was as fresh and exciting as the first time they experienced it. And they always respond to my presence with unconditional love and contentment.

I thought about how unlike them I usually am. I worry too much about image and aging, about deadlines and expectations, about what to wear and what to buy and what to eat. This emotional baggage weighs me down; it too often prevents me from living with true joy. Yet at the same time, I believe in a God who cautions me about worry, who lovingly tends to the lilies of the field, who promises abundant life to those who love and follow him. What a disconnect!

So my morning walk with Boomer and Daisy showed me how acutely I need to take a cue from my exuberant, uncomplicated dog friends. I need to live more fully in the moment, casting aside my complex cares and selfish concerns. I need to offer more unconditional love to those around me and to develop more contentment with what life hands me. I need to spend more time savoring and less time stressing; to be keen on the scent of life's beautiful blessings, to chase after its incredible possibilities, and to stay attuned to God's powerful, unseen presence.

Just as my dogs bring me joy when they're being their truest selves, I too bring my Creator joy when I'm being my truest self, doing what I was created to do: Loving. Laughing. Worshiping. Blessing others. Being alert to the sheer wonder and awesome scope of his Creation.

Thanks, Boomer and Daisy, for blessing me with this reminder. And help me to pass it on.

9 comments:

  1. Good job Boomer and Daisy!! Woof, Tank

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  2. If only everyone understood dogs like that, the world be a better place.

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  3. Since I love you, my friend, I'm so glad for your other friends--Boomer and Daisy--who help you learn such valuable lessons!

    Kate

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  4. Good job guys - helping your mommy like that - we do that all the time - mommy has a high stress job but when she gets home we make it all better

    Woodrow, Sweetie & MJ

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  5. I resonated so much with that post. My life, too, has been crazy busy for the past few weeks, and I haven't had time to enjoy the simple things in life, which also limits Cabana's outings. We do learn a lot about life from our dogs. Your post reminds me of an essay from the "This I Believe" series. This one in particular is about what the writer has learned from his dog--it's short and heartwarming. You can read or listen to it here: http://www.thisibelieve.org/dsp_ShowEssay.php?uid=19213&topessays=2&start=75

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  6. Yes, we learn so very much from our dogs. However, I'm glad we don't learn everything, i.e. nobody has to follow us around with a plastic bag. ;>) LOVE the post. APPLAUSE!

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  7. Funny, I am on a deadline - often am - and thought the very same thing about my carefree pooch this afternoon.

    I went a little farther in the daydream and thought about coming back in the next life as a spoiled little dog ...

    Then back to reality. Love your new blog look, very summery!

    Congrats on finishing the book.

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  8. Great post. We can learn a lot from our dogs. :-)

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