Compassion.. or something
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My dog has taken to copying my movements by scooting across the floor while dragging her right leg behind her.
(I don’t actually do the scooting thing as I AM still upright… blessedly…)
When she first started doing this it stopped me in my tracks.
Was it a submissive ploy to get a treat?
No.
She actually picked her right leg (the choice from which she never wavers) to connect with me in this way.
My right side is my weak side; arm and leg.
When she does this, I am often spirited back to the playground in gradeschool when the bullys would make fun of my overbite or propensity to hit home runs when they weren’t.
A dorky friend would always make sure I knew I was great and good and perfect and not alone.
He would always do this with some private sort of non-verbal attempt at kindness.
He was awkward but did I care?
I was NOT alone out there on the playground!
Someone SAW my magnificence!
Or, at least a little courage.
Is there ANYTHING better than that? Really?
To be seen, truly?
I think not…
So, here in Santa Fe, New Mexico, there is a girl and a dog who ‘get’ each other.
And life is good.
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