11 August 2014
I call him "Sam"
I have learned the true meaning of that particular song lyric over the past week or so. For the people who I am friends with on Facebook, this will come as no surprise...but I have a wee doggy staying with me and unless his original owners come back for him (we've put up notices) then he's staying for good. I've heard that we don't choose our pets, our pets choose us...and I really get that now...
Whether or not it's a "smart" decision...well, that doesn't really seem to matter. It was the only decision. He basically adopted me. From the second he started running towards me, I had this odd feeling of "that's MY dog." Totally bizarre. He hasn't left my side since...he even braved the growls and snarls of the resident dogs to be near me. He's my little champ.
I've decided that I need to let my life happen and live me once in a while. There's a purpose to everything and I could feel the difference having him around created inside me right away. We go on walks a lot, so I get more exercise, and it forces me to look beyond myself and live in the moment. I think there will be a lot of very important gifts and lessons from all of this. I realize that I spend a lot of time living in the past or in the future. It's time to be in the now.
So, as I write this, Sam is sitting on my front porch, waiting on me. I am still on guard in case his owners come back or if we find out something undesirable at the vet...but in the meantime, I'm enjoying his devotion and company.
XO
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