I stand before you today a changed dog.
Yes, not only am I kind, forgiving, fashionable, thrifty, loving and myself, but now, I hesitate to say, I am also......supportive.
Why do I hesitate, you ask? Well, you see, it's because I'm having to B supportive towards....The Monster (My baby brother, for all you new readers out there). See, he's at the VET!!! Heavens above, I hate that word -- one of the most despicable words on the planet. I mean, honestly, could they have chosen a better word? I suggest "B" -- that way every pet would eagerly go to the...VET!!...because they would know in advance (by the word "B" of course) that the person they're going to see is kind, forgiving, fashionable....you see where I'm going with this.
Anyway, back on track. The Monster is at that evil place where they take us dogs to get shots. But, most importantly, he's there at the evil place getting his "you know what" taken off. That's right, Austen is getting neutered today. Apparently, Mom and Dad had enough of his shenanigans. I know I had.
But, I have to remember that not that long ago, I too was a young pup -- full of energy and pizazz. Well, not to the extent of The Monster, but to a point. See, The Monster apparently started "feeling his Wheaties" a few weeks ago, and thought it would be the best idea if he started to rough house with everyone non-stop. He would paw and whine and slobber all over his victims. Though no blood was shed, plenty of tears hit the ground in its stead. The Monster never messed with me though. I guess the whole saying "You mess with royalty, you get the guillotine" crept into his puny little brain.
Well, eventually Mom and Pops got tired of Austen's bouncing charades of connivery and aggression and called the one person on this planet no four legged creature wants to be called.....The VET!!!
Needless to say, Austen's (cough cough) "operation" was scheduled and now all we had to do was play the waiting game...as The Monster continually tried to victimize his involuntary opponents one paw at a time.
It's sad, really, because The Monster had absolutely no idea what was about to happen to him. See, his pea-sized brain can only process minute amounts of information, and for the .07% of the time he's not terrorizing someone, he's thinking about food. Thus, his mind is preoccupied, should I say.
I have been through this dreadful operation, have felt its painful recovery and instead of feeling the luxuriousness of revenge for The Monster's victims, I felt remorse at what poor Austen was about to experience: lack of energy, bloat, weight gain...all of the ugly parts of growing up. And, in all truth, he had no say in the matter.
So, instead of laughing today off as a lesson well deserved for a poor behaving puppy, I lift my doggie eyes up to the sky, and send out a prayer of hope and healing to my dear little brother Austen.
It went something like this: "Dear God, Princess B here with a most sincere request for safe operational procedures on my dear brother Austen. May he heal most swiftly. And may my family hope for a more comfortable home life -- that which lacks terrorizing 10 month old Doberman puppies and their all-encompassing connivery, for which I know my poor brother Austen had no choice but to give in to his puppy-ness and behave like a crazed lunatic. Please help him grow to be a loving, calm, calm, calm, calm, calmmmmmmmmmmm adult, and please let him know that I, Princess B, am here to support him along the way. In your most precious name. Amen."
So, as we wait for The Monster to return from that most evil place this most fateful day, I curl up into my fluffy dog bed with utmost anticipation. I plan on being the most supportive big sister this side of the Mississippi, and it all starts in a matter of hours.
How do I plan on being supportive?
Well, I suppose I'll show Austen more affection, and I'll share some of my toys with him. I'll also give him my treats, because I know he won't be able to move. And, I also wont even try and steal his food, because I know he'll be hungry. I wont growl or try to nip at him, and I'll even give him an occasional lick, just so he knows I'm there for him.
Why do I plan on being supportive?
I fully invest in the old adage "what goes around comes around." And, I have a feeling that little Austen will probably have to be there for me one day. Who knows...maybe he'll even save my life. At least, that's what my Dad tells my Mom. And plus, like I've said in many a dogvotional before: better to be good to someone else than to wait on good to come to you. Pay it forward, in other words.
Well, that wraps it up for this week's dogvotional! I hope you all enjoyed my musings on "B"ing supportive. Really, "B"ing supportive is essential to your happiness...trust me. So, pick up the phone, write an email, do whatever you have to do to let someone know you're supporting them. Not only will you make someone else's day brighter, but your own as well.
You know where this leads us...
Please lift your right hand or right paw and repeat after me: "I, (state your name), promise to be supportive of another person this week. I promise to remember that in someone else's hard times, a supportive hand is all they need to feel better. I will try to make someone's life easier by being supportive of them. I promise to pass along the word of B: The Dogvotionalist to those who are deaf to her words, and will return next week for another dogvotional."
Until then, my fair readers, "B" supportive!
B: The Dogvotionalist
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