I’ve started taking Dingo to the local nursing home to visit residents. Dingo has been one of ours for the last two years, after having spent the previous three years of his life tied to a 12-foot chain. No walks. No playing ball. No hands on him, just food thrown in a bowl and water sloshed into a dish. Three years. But I digress… So I took Dingo to the nursing home recently, and we encountered a resident with some severe conditions. The man’s appearance and his health issues caught me off guard, and I’m embarrassed to say that I began losing my composure - just about to the point of an anxiety attack and/or a bout of nausea (sorry, TMI!). I was really having a difficult time, and then I looked down at my dog. Dingo was looking up at this man, wagging not only his tail but his ENTIRE body. Doing that joyful doggy body wag thing. Telling this man with every fiber in his canine body that he was THRILLED to see him, that he was ready to PLAY or SNUGGLE, that this gentlemen was his favorite thing EVER, that he was beautiful and wonderful and totally and utterly normal…magnificent, even. Dingo Dawg brightens every day...and so, too, do Lenny & Buddy & SamBear & Willie.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Jun 2013 13:33:18 +0000
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