Do you ever have those days or those times when you just lack the zip a do da? A time when there is nothing to wag about? The days you know that your person is hurting and all you can do is stay close.
Sometimes there seems to be nothing to wag about. Yeah there are times my tail hurts. More often I sense my mom doesn’t feel well. Once in awhile there is a sadness I sense in her. Like she lost something… for a dog it is not difficult to sense this sadness. There are days where I know it takes everything my mom has to just walk what she calls “Brenda’s style.” Sometimes mom is literally so exhausted she drags tail from the time she gets up. I know sometimes she gets up just because of me…to let me out, give my medication and feed me. I know on these days mom longs to just go back to bed but stays up and does all she can to stay strong. I’ve licked her tears away as she cries from the pain and the lost…the loss of function, the loss of ability, the sense she is losing the battle against the all the things gone wrong in her body. These are no wag days. I linger near her and she hugs me tight.
Then I watch in amazement as my mom regroups…sometimes it takes a day or two, sometimes it takes just a little while but my mom will regroup. It is not physical strength but a strength from a different source. I sense it. Her Source of Strength is not in doctors, pills or portions but my mom strength comes from Some One she calls Her Master and LORD Jesus Christ and the Hope infused in her can not be pushed down by any circumstance for long….as her Master comes to her aid sort of like I come to hers to comfort and help.
When my mom taps into her Source it makes my day. Though I still see her struggle, still in pain and small things are difficult…there is a JOY in her that brings that strength back. This alone chases my no wag days away. My tail maybe little but when my mom has her “purpose and determination” back, boy can my tail wag!
May you never have no wag days. But if you do- I hope you have a source to get your wag back. Nothing is as great as that joy that bubbles up on the inside when my tail has no other choice but to …wag. 🙂
Life as a Service Dog has it’s good days and blah days. Blah days are not really blah blah just not exciting as other days. I love going where people acknowledge me. They tell my mom, “Ahh, what a beautiful dog.” My mom says thank you and we move on.
There are times I just don’t want to DO what’s right anymore. Like why do I have to sit to get my favorite Kong? I want it NOW! Why do I have to wait to go through the door? I want to go out first! It is not often when I get this attitude of I WANT IT and I WANT IT NOW but when I do and my mom knows I am in the selfish mode; she takes action. She makes me do a series of things I don’t want to do until I get my attitude right. Geez, I seldom get away with getting my way. I may a time or two but it seems even when I do get my way now; it makes my heart a little harder to hear my mom’s voice. It is like the dog in me takes over and I want my way- NOW more than ever. I am not the sweet service dog I usually am, my demeanor changes. I feel like I am becoming self centered like cats are. I need professional help at these time….MOM, help me!
My mom always steps in before things get out of paws. Amazing what a little more discipline, kennel time and training will do to knock the “BUT IT WANT IT NOW” out of me. I don’t like that disobedient feeling, it bothers my gut and the vet says I have a tender tummy anyway. And my selfishness can hurt my mom or me or both, like when I try to crowd through the door first. I could get run over, my mom may fall…there are consequences to my selfish wants.
So here is the key to all my fellow canines who serve their Masters. When the “BUT I WANT IT NOW” urge rears its ugly head, think of how you are acting just like the self-centered cat. That is the worse feeling a dog can have besides knowing one is going to get discipline by mom.
The real beauty is– in time my Master usually gives me what I want anyway. But it is not my time it is in the Master’s due time. It is awesome serving a Master who loves me so much that I do get what I want when it is the Master’s will at the right time.
Life is full of temptations. When I am out working I meet little kids who want to pet me, adults who try to pet me, and some people want to feed me people food! My mom usually handles these kinds of temptations for me with a simple, courtesy but firm, “No, she is working.”
Lately, this strong inner dog comes out and boy, do I get in trouble. I love people and when my mom friend’s come over and I am not in harness~ well, I can be so bad. I whine, I bark and….Yes, I jump. YIKES! It just happens! As soon as it happens my mom tells be to go straight to the “kennel,” or she steps on my leash and puts me in a “down-stay” position. And she gives me a look that hurts me to the heart. I see how I disappointed her. My mom is dead serious about crucifying my inner dog instincts. She says it is not who I am anymore. The old dog has to die in order to fulfill my true calling as a Service Dog.
I am “the Shadow”
Some people defend me and say, “That’s just natural.” Or “let her be a dog.” While it is true that I have natural dog instincts, I am not just a dog. I have a higher calling on my life. My mom gives me “dog time” which is like people’s “Miller Time,” where I relax or sometimes we go to the field to play. It is clear though that the things that “just happen” are unacceptable in defining who I really am. When my harness goes on, my mindset is to serve. My mom is disciplining me to have that mindset all the time, even when those old dog instincts kick in full throttle. I am more than just a dog. I am a Service Dog. I live for my mom- to serve. I love to serve. Is there anything Greater than serving the Master?