My mind was on the brink from the moment I woke up. As I shuffled around the house with my morning juice, my mind was racing with my "to do's" for the day and I'd barely opened my eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to turn off the "switch" that would shut down my brain with no success. I can't take anymore
, I thought. Four weeks of problems with our only vehicle and the last one was a doozy. My husband accidentally set the truck engine on fire while spilling transmission fluid on the manifold. $30 a day in gas, just to get to work and back while waiting a week to get the truck into a trustworthy garage. Things were already tight and this put a huge crimp in the paycheck. Not to mention the toxic exhaust fumes that were radiating up from the partially open floor board, (oh, did I mention this truck is an almost a rusted out antique?)
In order to keep my sanity about truck/money situation, I'd been pushing myself around the house to take care of things that I'd let go. I pushed and pushed until I awoke this morning and found I could push no more and I stared at a brick wall that wasn't going to let me go any further. I felt totally immobilized. Hopeless. Helpless.
Somehow I made my way into the kitchen and to my salvation dogs, the Front dog's bed, Chance and Blaze on my heels. As I laid down in exhaustion, Chance plopped right next to me so I could hold him. Our usual pattern with Blaze taking her place at my legs. Surrounded by their protective love I took a dog nap that started the course of my day. My day as a dog.
When they napped in the sun, I did too. When it was time to eat, we ate together. When they cuddled
together, I cuddled with them. When it was walk time, walked. And when I wanted to read for a while, I read out loud to them. Something I learned from a program at the local library that is called "Paws for Reading." Children read to a dog that is brought in, where they learn to read and build their confidence reading out loud. I had an entire audience right in my own home. Although Chance must not have cared for the book too much as he left when I started reading. The book was about three sisters. " Too much girl talk!" He grumbled and left Blaze and I to indulge ourselves.
There's something to be said about being a dog for day. It was just what I needed to calm my weary mind and slow down the negativity that I'd felt bombarded by. It made it so easy to forget all the things I couldn't do and share in something I could. We all dream of being a dog for a day...why not just do it?
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