books through the eyes of a dog

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I had a horribly vivid dream on Saturday night.

It was about our beloved dog Hazel and I woke up covered in sweat and surprised

my screaming wasn’t audible.

Dreams are interesting, aren’t they?

They feel so real but often the scenarios are far-fetched with the tiniest

shard of truth mixed in.

It took me quite awhile to return to slumber and I slept later than Carl on Sunday

morning.

The moment I tumbled out of bed, I found Hazel waiting patiently at the glass hall door,

opened it quickly and beckoned her to come and lay beside my side of the bed.

I didn’t mind the incessant panting that has arrived with her senior dog status,

I simply wanted her to be close to me.

Later in the day, I was chatting to Courtney about this doggy dream and we agreed

part of the reason must be seeing the reality of Hazel’s aging process.

She has the mind and personality of a puppy but her body is stiff and betrays her.

Her senses are starting to fail her and there is not anything we can do to halt this stage.

Since books have been a great topic in our home this month, to lighten up the mood,

she and I batted back and forth the books we thought Hazel would like and dislike.

Perhaps because of the dream or that October still has 10 more days,

bear with me as I share a dog’s perspective on books.

In Hazel’s words, of course.

Hazel’s Favorite Books:

 

go dog go

Go Dog Go-Two words…dog party!

 

my dog carl

Good Dog, Carl-I laugh every time I think of my
master (Carl) being a dog.

martha speaks

Martha Speaks-This is a great book
for a family who wonders what it would
be like if their dog started to speak.
I am thankful my family understands
everything I say.

Hazel’s not so favorite books:

I get in trouble for picking up crumpled up Kleenex.

My family doesn’t like it too much.

If they would stop reading these types of

books or watching the movies based on these

books, it would help me stay out of trouble.

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Old Yeller

where the red fern grows

Where The Red Fern Grows

Hachiko-Waits

Hachiko Waits

 

What’s your favorite book about dogs or animals?
This post is apart of the 31 days…yet again series
about books. You can find the entire series here.

doggone fear

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Three things you need to know:

  1. We have a dog who sheds constantly.
  2. We vacuum endlessly.
  3. Our dog is afraid of the vacuum cleaner.

Most days I will wait to vacuum until our dog Hazel is outdoors.

Otherwise, as soon as she hears the door to the hall closet open, she

assumes her position under the dining room table.

There are other places she could go.

Although stairs are a bit of a challenge for her these days,

she does have the option to move farther away from the object of her

fear but she does not.

We have attempted to lead her by the collar to safer rooms but

she will not budge.

The other day, a friend stopped by and I didn’t hear the door bell or

the knocking because I was (can you guess?) vacuuming.

Hazel barked from her huddled up position under the table and this

was the only reason I happened to look through the arched

glass of our front door.

Once I opened the door and welcomed our visitor inside,

I apologized for not hearing him sooner.

I pointed to Hazel, our indoor doorbell

and then laughed as I realized she was

not going to leave her spot to greet him.

I explained Hazel’s fear of the vacuum and was

positive despite her tail was wagging, she wouldn’t come

to inspect him as the vacuum was still in plain sight.

We laughed and to my surprise, Hazel slowly cowered

her way the length of the table, keeping her eyes on that

tall black thing which makes all that noise.

Suddenly, the tablecloth made a tent over her head

and she took her eyes off the vacuum and looked up at

our friend.

She trotted over and gave her customary licks, sniffs

and best wagging performance.

It is hard to take our eyes off of fear isn’t it?

It is always lurking behind a closed-door waiting

to pounce upon its intended victims.

Often we rehearse our fears or at least we have

a great deal of practice bowing down to them.

Hazel hasn’t known another way to conquer her

fears other than to hide under the nearest solid

structure.

My fears have become so familiar, I have been lulled into

believing I will always exhibit

the same response whenever

released from the confines of the dark closeted

places of my mind.

In my estimation the fears expand

exponentially  with each encounter.

How does one conquer fear?

One way is making the decision that

being free is better than being a captive.

This sounds quite simplistic, I know.

Hazel decided to risk being in the presence of

fear for the sake of doing what she loves to

do, namely greeting.

It has taken Hazel nearly 13 years to stare

down her fear.

Several years ago, I was asked to speak about being

a mom.

Public speaking has never been my sweet spot.

A quick answer was required and I fretted.

I was walking to our van at the time and I “heard”

God ask me,

“What are you so afraid of?”

I answered,

“I just hate getting so nervous.”

God asked me.

“Can you risk feeling nervous for 5 minutes for me?”

When it was put this way,

I was undone.

I realized that in most cases, not all for sure,

fear can last for such a short time,

when we face it and then remove our eyes

from fear’s grip, we can walk in freedom.

I did speak and I did get nervous.

Surprisingly I also had fun.

Fear and faith stride along one another.

We don’t have to let fear drag us by

the collar or make us assume a crouched position

under the closest table.

We can shift our gaze and

allow God to make a tent over

our heads.

He longs to greet us in the midst

of our fears.

I know you have heard or read this before but in

case you haven’t or you need to be reminded,

“Do not fear or be afraid” is quoted in the Bible

366 times.

Fear is a real thing and God is fully aware.

There is enough of God to get you through

fear, even during leap years 🙂

Take the risk to trust him in the midst of fear.