Being Different

Sometimes life gets too busy. You are swinging from chandeliers trying to get the project live. You run from work to soccer practice and life is spinning just so fast. Your puppy is a little dog. Your rescue dog is a grand old dame.

Writing for me has always been important. It centers me in a way almost nothing else does. I try to capture the moment, the feeling with words.

Today was a school day for the dogs. Pause here and roll your eyes upward - I know I do. They go to a doggie day care twice a week and play and sleep and make puppy friends. For months our shy Black Dog, Sadie, would do nothing more than sit by the human types at the school, unwilling and uncertain on how to play with any dog. One day, a friendly Dalmatian, Ivy, decided that Sadie would be her best friend. Ivy would lay on her back by Sadie and paw at her until Sadie finally relented. Ivy broke through. Ivy knew that under the shy, scared shell, was a Black Dog waiting to do a crazy girl dance.

I am so grateful for that spotted dog. How many of us have walked away from someone because they were different?

Vegas lays at my feet, her soft gold fur curling around her feet and neck. Sadie has already padded up to bed.

Our story is just beginning. The Rescue Dogs and me.