My dog has playdates. Some people think its funny she does, but I need her to have playdates. It makes me step outside the pain and think of something besides living in a world shaded by the blues and reds of pain and anger.
She is a good dog, she knows when the pain is bad and lays carefully on my legs, and quietly waits until I can get up and take care of myself. She checks on me in the bathroom, wants to ride in the car with me, and sometimes she just lays her head on my chest when I cry. How much more of a therapy dog, could you get?
But she has playdates, and people laugh. I don't laugh. I hate not leaving my house for weeks at a time, hiding in the pain, lying to myself so I will get out of bed, promising myself this will get better.
I schedule playdates, for her and for me. What am I gonna do all winter when it rains, and we are stuck in the house??
She is a good dog, she knows when the pain is bad and lays carefully on my legs, and quietly waits until I can get up and take care of myself. She checks on me in the bathroom, wants to ride in the car with me, and sometimes she just lays her head on my chest when I cry. How much more of a therapy dog, could you get?
But she has playdates, and people laugh. I don't laugh. I hate not leaving my house for weeks at a time, hiding in the pain, lying to myself so I will get out of bed, promising myself this will get better.
I schedule playdates, for her and for me. What am I gonna do all winter when it rains, and we are stuck in the house??
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