Tuesday, May 19, 2009

A dog’s near-death

Pitty Pat :)
This story is not about the Pitty!!!
Sorry if I confused you with her photo!
I saw this post on Joyful Day's blog. It was one of those storys that gets you where you live... so read it and enjoy it ;)
8 Lessons A Nearly-Dead Dog Taught Me About Living
“I think we are drawn to dogs because they are the uninhibited creatures we might be if we weren’t certain we knew better. They fight for honor at the first challenge, make love with no moral restraint, and they do not for all their marvelous instincts appear to know about death. Being such wonderfully uncomplicated beings, they need us to do their worrying.”
- George Bird Evans, “Troubles with Bird Dogs”

Yesterday I almost killed my dog. On the way up to my apartment after his evening walk, his leg slipped into the gap between the elevator and the landing. This had never happened before, and the leg was wedged deep into the elevator shaft.
I tried and tried and couldn’t get it out. It didn’t help that the elevator door kept shutting on me and since I was using both hands to try to free the leg I had to use my back to shield the dog, which made for a rather bruised back (mine, not the dog’s).
Thankfully a kind passer-by stopped to help by holding the lift door open, relieving me of one problem so I could focus on the other - the jammed leg. After a few minutes it still wouldn’t budge.
There I was thinking “This is it. I have to break the leg to get it out. I might as well call the vet right now and put the poor thing to sleep right here in the elevator shaft, much more merciful…” As I miserably planned his death, my dog was happily wagging his tail at all the attention.
Then another woman stopped to hold the door open, so the first passer-by could get down on his knees and help me. Finally he managed to free the leg, and the dog. When I got home I was trembling and just hugged my dog and cried at the thought of almost losing him. He soaked up the love, still merrily wagging his tail.
Lessons from a dog
Since my dog obviously dealt with the situation a lot better than I did, I’m going to spare you my own thoughts and share with you what I observed of his. (You can read a dog’s thoughts in its eyes and behaviour.)
When bad things happen, keep wagging your tail.
Be patient and still, and your problem will eventually be sorted.
Trust in the kindness of strangers.
Accept others’ help, because some things you cannot do yourself.
Humans worry about things that never happen.
Just because someone thinks about killing you doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you.
Your partner makes mistakes, but she’s trying her best. Love her anyway.
Lick the people you love today, before you fall into another hole.
Do you see any other lessons in this story? What have your own pets taught you?


Carla said...

Oh my, oh my!!! I was trembling and on the edge of my seat! Thank goodness for your help finally and thank goodness your baby is ok!

quiltcrazygal said...

I'm so glad your doggie is okay. I love both of ours. Everyday they love us no matter what. They have taught me to always look for joy in everything. Jenna Louise

Valerie said...

Great story and great point! This will make you stop and think. Thanks for sharing.

Sew Useful Designs said...

Awwwwwwwww... my heart was thumping in my chest then... thank goodness your dog is okay. Yes - a lot of lessons learned, valuable ones! Thank you for sharing them.

Hugs! Vikki :-)

AwtemNymf said...

Wow- had me there too! I love my dogs- they bring me joy, laughs and endless entertainment! Thanks for sharing :O)

Carlotta said...

What a story that was!!! I don't have any pets, but I have learned a few things. Thanks.
~Tootles for now!

Irma's Rose Cottage said...

Glad to hear your puppy dog is OK. How scarry to have gone through this.

Hugs :)


Yarni Gras! said...

yes, but my story is too lengthy. However, I did have a friend whose horse stood in the pasture wrapped in barbed wire one hot August day. He stood patiently for HOURS (she'd gone to the beach.) until she came back late in the day. When he wasn't at the back gate, she found him. He stood patiently as she unwound the barbed wire. He only had a few nicks on his legs. To this day, she doesn't know where the wire came from as her fencing was wood.