Sunday, September 23, 2012

For The Love of a Dog Part 4



Part 4  For The Love of a Dog
As time went on Max learned that he could always find the reassurance he needed with me.  No matter who or what scared him, he would run to me, knowing that I would hold him and love him.  In return, I was experiencing joy in giving him the support he needed to cope with daily life.  This was encouraging to me because it had been a long time since I had felt any real joy or amusement.
 Somehow I had forgotten how to have fun, but it was so much more than that, I could no longer grasp the concept or the meaning of the word.  I didn't realize that this was how far-removed I was (before Maxwell came into my life), until one afternoon my husband and I went out for a drive in the country and had lunch at a little out of the way diner. On the way home he asked me if I had fun.  This may sound strange to you, but I did not understand the question.  I could not grasp the meaning of the word "fun".  I just sat there trying to figure out what he was asking me.  I repeated the word "Fun" over and over in my mind, but could not perceive what he was asking me let alone give him an answer. 
Now, since Max came into my life, I was beginning to anticipate that there was hope for me after all, that the numbness within me wasn't because I was dead inside, but just numb from the sting of hurt.  After all, this little dog could make me smile, and laugh, and have fun!  Just watching him play and romp in the grass or in the snow tickled my heart.  
There is such beauty in watching one of God's creatures discover the wonders of this world for the first time! 
Max was sitting on the back porch as the first snowflakes started to float down. He was gazing up, is if trying to focus on one individual flake, then he opened his mouth to grab one.  There he sat, continuing to grab at the snowflakes. He didn't appear to want to eat them, more like he didn't think they should be there.  After a minute or two he jumped up and started to run around the back yard, jumping up and snatching as many snowflakes he could.  Up he'd jump, with his snout open ready to destroy another flake.  I don't know what he was thinking but it looked to me like he didn't think these flakes were supposed to be in his backyard, and he was trying to stop them from invading his space.  
The next morning we woke up to a beautiful snow covered world.  Maxwell ran to the back door (it was a sliding glass door), to be let out but stopped and was observing the snow. Tela came down from upstairs to be let out also.  When I opened the door Tela went barreling out.  Not Max, he stood about a foot from the edge of the threshold, his little nose stretched out, trying to smell it.  He did not want out and refused to move. When I tried coxing him he planted his four paws firmly on the floor, crouched down, and refused to walk.  After trying, yet failing to get him to go out, I let Tela back in and started to made some coffee.  Tela did what she always did when it wasn't a school day, she ran back up the stairs to go back to bed with Jonathan.  
What I hadn't noticed right away was that Maxwell was sniffing at the snow Tela had tracked in. Carefully lifting his paws trying not to step on any of the the snow.  As I said before, he was a curious dog; so far this had been a benefit to him.  I sat at the kitchen table sipping my coffee watching him lick up the tiny puddles of melting snow.  Knowing he needed to go out to do his "business" I kept a watchful eye on him fearing that he may try to go inside.  But after all the melted snow was cleaned up (thanks to Max) he went and sat down by the door, which meant he wanted out.  So I got up and opened the door for him.  This time he stood there looking out the door at the snow, then up at me, and then out again, like he needed reassurance that it was safe.  He was even willing to stick his head out. 
"Tela," I called.  She had been a help in the past in aiding Max overcome a fear of something.  
Poor Tela, she knew (at least that's what I thought) and being a good big sister, out the door she went, and to my delight Maxwell followed her!
I stood watching him follow Tela through the yard. It was a good thing too. Because the snow was deep for a short dog.  He was using the trail she made to make it easier on himself to navigate through.
 Something must have registered in his brain because after a few minutes he started running through the snow.  His fears were abated; he was playing and trying to chase Tela.  He would bury his head in the snow, and then up his head would come with him snorting and sneezing.  He did this over and over. I was laughing while I watched my little dog enjoying this new adventure.  Before long Bruce was standing at the door next to me, a cup of coffee in hand, also amused at the sight of Maxwell's joy.
The first year with Maxwell gives me pause.  His first Halloween, with the door bell ringing every two minutes, and the kids yelling "Trick-or-treat" was a disaster.  The only thing that we could do was to put him in his crate, turn on the radio (loud) and shut the bedroom door.  
 His first Thanksgiving, when sixteen people came for dinner! Yeah, another time he went in his crate. Except he did manage to venture out after everyone sat down.  Most likely the Thanksgiving smells overrode his fear because under the table he went and begun to nudge everyone's leg in hope of a morsel of turkey!  
His first Christmas morning, he was so excited; I'd swear he understood it was a very special day. He sat next to Tela where their stockings hung; waiting for us to give him and Tela the treats and the toys that Santa had left in their stockings (Santa never did leave him a squeak toy!). When everyone came for Christmas dinner Max barked as each person came through the door. Although this time he wasn't anxious, he wasn't fearful, it was more like an announcement.  As we all busied ourselves with the appropriate tasks, I failed to notice that someone had moved the candy dish! So as our guests went into the living room, there were empty foil wrappers everywhere, with both dogs eating the last of the remaining Hershey Kisses!  Oh wonderful day! Tela had taught Max how to steal the Hershey Kisses and even to take off the foil wrappers; too bad neither of them learned how to get rid of the evidence. 
Maxwell had become one of the best gifts God would ever give to me after the death of my son.  God had used this little dog to open my heart and feel again.  Oh I still had much more to learn and there was a lot more that God would teach me via Maxwell. 
 The best from God was yet to come…

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