I lost one of my best friends growing up (a black dog with odd feet named Bear). We did a lot together and I then had a huge gap in my life. I ached in some sense for the companionship that I once had with my furry buddy. Secretly in prayer at my grandmothers church I asked God for a replacement. I did not look for a new dog nor did I tell anyone that I had this desire for a new running buddy. I just trusted God as much as a young boy was capable. One day Benji walked into our yard from out of nowhere. We lived on a dirt road with few neighbors and we knew all the dogs in a 5 mile radius. This dog belonged to nobody as far as we could tell. This was an answer to my prayer. I knew that but no one else was aware of the blessing that so casually appeared as it were. We became best friends in no time at all. I loved Benji and he loved me. I discovered that Benji did not like to have his ears touched. There was nothing wrong with his ears but I certainly learned not to mess with them. I loved him too much to offend him. God gave me the gift then left it up to me to respect the gift and treat it properly. Benji did not leave me. I protected him, he protected me. Ivan Pavlov discovered through classical conditioning that dogs behave a certain way as a result of past treatment. Benji was obviously abused in some way prior to our meeting but as long as I respected his condition, we remained friends (This is more than I can say about past intimate relationships). Woodrow Wilson said If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 17:20:00 +0000
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