Another Birthday, Come and Gone


A couple years ago we adopted a dog.

She had problems, we won’t deny this.

She was a little high strung.  There was no doubt.

She had boundary issues that we’re still working on.

She has a drinking problem and the intervention is planned.

On October 1, Sidney celebrated her 3rd birthday…and we forgot to throw a party.  She was a little hurt and pouted for a few days but she seems to have gotten over it, as big girls often do.  The puppy stage is slowly (let me emphasize, SLOWLY) passing.  But in the past two years of dog ownership with a neurotic, issue heavy, slobbery, needy, whiny, self-possessed animal, I’ve never thought about doing anything more than help her with and through her issues.

Why am I not as patient and kind with the people in my world with the same neurotic, issue heavy, slobbery, needy, whiny, self-possessed patterns?  Wouldn’t it be the right thing for me to love them through the hard times as they slowly grow up to become the wonderful people they can be?