A Wandering Tale

Have you ever had a day, a week, or a month when you simply “dragged tail?” Though I don’t have much of a tail to drag it feels like it’s dragging. I can’t quite put my nose on it but something is missing. Sometimes I don’t feel right, but I don’t feel wrong. I get real whiney and my mom doesn’t understand me. To be honest as a dog can be; I don’t understand either. nose

My mom looks at me with concern. I get stuck in this zone of “The Wandering Tale,” going nowhere but wanting to be everywhere. Doing nothing but longing to accomplish something.  You think dogs don’t wanna work? We do. My mom will tell you I do much better with structure and boundaries. Most of the my wandering tale is just because I lost focus of that One thing I am to do.

I think I found the cure for the wandering tale. It is to stay focus on my Master and her will for me. If I start looking at squirrels, chasing the cat, bark excessively because I feel like it,  I end up losing focus on my real purpose. This actually makes me more anxious and out of sorts.  A distracted Service dog who wanders in thought or deed is a potential danger to the Master’s Service. One of my commands is to “look” which is the same as focus.

Don’t waste your time stuck in a wandering tale whether in thoughts or deeds -going nowhere. There is a great purpose for you that will impact your world for the good. Stay focus on your Master’s will  and just do it. Life is short, especially for a dog. Why do cats have 9 lives, life just isn’t fair! So live your life with laser like focus, fiery passion and a sole purpose. I know my Master deserves no less.

The Gift

Tears flowed down my mom’s face as she sat staring at the screen of her computer. Concerned, I “tapped” her to get her attention. Mom just hugged me tight, soaking my neck with her tears then shared the tragic news.

Sammi, my Aussie friend got hit by a car and died. Oh, Sammi why did you have to die so young? You were so full of life and fun. I loved it when your mom came over to visit my mom and we played and played. Thank you for the times we shared.

The tragedy of losing my friend Sammi, not only breaks my heart and my mom’s; it breaks our heart all over again as we pray for those who knew and loved Sammi the most – Mike and Cindy. How can I comfort such a great loss?

One thing I know is to live each moment to the fullest- like it is a gift…because it is. Appreciate each day.

This life has many joys but also many heart wrenching things that happen like sickness, disease, death, war, and homelessness- the list goes on and on. But my mom read to me of a time that is coming when G-d Himself will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away. (Rev. 21:3) Until then, me and my mom will be thankful for the Gift of life, value each day and live it to max. Until then- we Love you Sammi and we miss you! Thank you for sharing your life with us!

Missing you Sammi!

Missing you Sammi!