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My Dog’s Attack: A Parenthood Lesson

All things are lessons God would have me learn. — A Course in Miracles

Who needs scary movies when you have the unexpected suspense of life?

Here’s a story of how I became a dog mom October 2020 and a recent event that awakened a lesson in human motherhood. I’m currently 37 weeks pregnant with ideally 3 weeks to go.

I think that’s the beauty of existing in the earthly realm — allowing yourself to trust each moment that is coming next.

On a lovely Tuesday night after returning from an amazing Girl’s Trip, I came home to a four-legged surprise. During the height of the pandemic, I had expressed my loneliness to my partner so he decided to get me a puppy.

Meet Wesson, 8 week old Australian Shepherd

I’ll have to admit I was not excited. I wanted more social interactions not responsibility. After considering all the options of rehoming him in my head, I decided to be open-minded and keep him.

After what felt like a day long trip to PetSmart, house and crate training began. Imagine walking through your home like you may step on a land mine aka a pile of poop. It was a true challenge for a couple of months.

However, in retrospect my patience grew exponentially. I also found grace for myself and others in the thought that: How can we punish ourselves and others for simply not knowing or understanding? Only when we become aware can be chastised.

Early moments of Wesson and me

Fast forward 7 months and I have one of the most kind, loving and energetic fur babies you’ll ever meet.

Curious, adventurous, brave

Wednesday, May 26, 2020, the unthinkable, in my mind at least, happened.

I had my garage open as Wesson and I enjoyed the warm breeze outside. Wesson, as friendly as can be, spotted a dog on a leash walking by on the sidewalk. He wanted to make a new friend so he darted towards the fur animal he had never met before and his owners.

The breed of dog appeared to be a Pit Bull or the like. Suffice it to say, he didn’t play well, and immediately latched his jaws to Wesson’s neck. I screamed for help and my partner ran to the scene in attempt to rescue our baby from the attack. Note: In no way is this the other dog owner’s fault. His dog was on a leash; ours was not.

As I painfully watched the puppy I loved, nurtured, trained and played with helplessly be dragged and tossed there was nothing I could do. I begin to weep as I thought the dog’s bite had locked down.

In protection of my stress and baby blooming inside of me, my partner had a neighbor walk me away to calm down.

Thankfully, by the grace of God, the owners were able to get the dog to let go. Taken aback by it all, I decided to take a walk.

The next morning, we took Wesson to the pet hospital for evaluation and remedy. He had a small puncture that will heal with time and proper care.

Leaving the pet hospital, Thursday, May 27, 2020

Here’s what I *chose* to learn from the experience:

  • There will be times when my son disregards my warning to not go a certain way yet he will go anyway.
  • I cannot experience life for my child. He has to do it on his own even if it’s painful for me to watch.
  • I have to trust God will take care of him in my absence.
  • The same grace I was granted in my miscalculations, he’ll have.
  • I’m not in control of any outcomes only my intentions to protect and love.

My nerves have settled. My perspective has been enhanced and Wesson will soon have a baby brother who hopefully doesn’t bite.

By britney

Loved ❤️ Happy 😁 Blessed 🙏🏽

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