After over a year of being on Blogger I'm starting to get the hang of decorating it and making it my own. Finally. Ok, so I might be a little slow sometimes, but I do get around to it. Eventually. I have even added a music player. Not sure it works though. Guess we shall see.
I was looking back at some of my blogs and I had started to introduce some of my 'fur and feather' kids so today I'm going to spotlight another member of my little family.
This is Guy. Guy came to be with us about 6 years ago. One day when we were in the vet's office Mom was in the back and Guy was back there in a kennel. He wasn't in very good shape. He was thin and his coat left somewhat to be desired, and it appeared that his hip/leg had been broken and had not healed correctly. If you got too close to touching his leg he would growl at you. In spite of their best efforts they had been unable to find a home for him and he was slated to be put down in a few days. So Mom claimed him for her own. She decided to name him 'Guy' because he was her 'guy'. Actually, I think he owned both of us. The vet said they thought he was about 18 months, but we figured him to be much younger than that. Probably closer to under a year.
This is Guy. Guy came to be with us about 6 years ago. One day when we were in the vet's office Mom was in the back and Guy was back there in a kennel. He wasn't in very good shape. He was thin and his coat left somewhat to be desired, and it appeared that his hip/leg had been broken and had not healed correctly. If you got too close to touching his leg he would growl at you. In spite of their best efforts they had been unable to find a home for him and he was slated to be put down in a few days. So Mom claimed him for her own. She decided to name him 'Guy' because he was her 'guy'. Actually, I think he owned both of us. The vet said they thought he was about 18 months, but we figured him to be much younger than that. Probably closer to under a year.
We had a lot of trouble with Guy for the first couple of years. He kept running off on us. And we would go out looking for him. Usually we would find him somewhere where children might gather, like the school yard or the playground. After a while the neighbors and town people would see him and call us or just bring him home, and shortly after that he started finding his way home by himself. It was almost as if he was looking for something - or someone. He doesn't do a whole lot of that anymore. It has dawned on him that everything - and everyone - he needs is right where he already is. There's no place like home!
It was trying to get Guy to eat at first. At first he would just sit back and look at the dish. For as thin as he was he acted almost afraid to go to the dish and take out of it. And even yet if you put something on a plate you have to almost stick it right under his nose and only then will he take a nibble off of it, but then he backs right away again. I don't know what happened to him to cause him to be that way. I'm not too sure I want to know. It would probably hurt my feelings too much. Before Guy goes outside he goes to the food dish and eats a little, and sometimes he takes some out with him. I guess he remembers when he was hungry so he eats for the journey even all these years later. I just wait for him to be finished. After all, I'm not in that big of a hurry. I must admit that Guy is getting a little overweight and is starting to get a roll on the back of his neck. Somehow we are going to have to find a way to trim off some excess without actually withdrawing the food and making bad memories come back to him.
One day Guy got his nails stuck together and I had to get them apart. He growled at me when I had to touch his foot, but as I gently spoke to him, and was very careful to be gentle with him he stopped. He does let me pet his hip and leg since then. I guess it finally got through to him that day that I'm not going to hurt him.
Guy is very tenderhearted and has never really been what you would call disciplined. I guess we figured after all it appeared he had been through he didn't need anymore hard-tack so we tried to just guide and direct. Some may think he is undisciplined and spoiled, which he is, but we know the inside story.
Since Mom has gone to live in Heaven sometimes Guy will sit at my feet and stare at me. Sometimes his eyes are sad; sometimes bewildered. It is at those times that I say to him 'I think we need some lap time' and I invite him to jump up on my knee. He will cuddle close to me, and I hug him and tell him everything is all right. He's my Guy.
I guess we have come full circle. From running away from me to running to me. From trying to find something somewhere else to coming to me to get what he needs. From being afraid to eat, to having all he wants - and then some. Kind of like me and my Heavenly Father. Learning He is my 'all in all' and learning to trust Him that not only is He not going to hurt me, but He wants to be the Provider of all that I could need. Especially now that the vacant spot that Mom left needs filled by someone I can trust and turn to. And to think ... my dog caught on before I did.
Yes, I think I'm starting to get it now ...
'Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy-laden and overburdened, and I will cause you to rest, [I will ease and relieve and refresh your souls.]
Take My yoke upon you and learn of Me, for I am gentle (meek) and humble (lowly) in heart, and you will find rest (relief and ease and refreshment and recreation and blessed quiet) for your souls.
For My yoke is wholesome (useful, good-not harsh, hard, sharp, or pressing, but comfortable, gracious, and pleasant), and My burden is light and easy to be borne.
Matthew 11:28-30 Amplified Bible
Just one more step in the Chronicles of my spiral upward ...
Much love to you from the Future ... :)
