Saturday, August 28, 2010

A Method to My Madness : The FIRST Post!

‎"Many years ago when an adored dog died, a great friend, a bishop, said to me, 'You must always remember that, as far as the Bible is concerned, God only threw the humans out of Paradise.'"

To the untrained eye, our family dog is nothing special. Four white feet, two brown eyes, and a nose that runs when the pollen count is high. Yet it recently became apparent to me that my dog is more popular than I am.

Friends and acquaintances began approaching me - gasp - in public to tell me how much they enjoyed Milo's updates on my Facebook...That's right, Milo's updates. My family adopted Milo from the Lindenwold Animal Rescue on Halloween of 2009, and ever since then, my FB friends have followed my posts on his activities and achievements more closely than my own news. I can't say I blame them, but then, I am biased. I considered giving Milo his own Facebook, but I'm not THAT kind of crazy. A blog is much more appropriate. ;-)

For those of you still shaking your heads in disbelief, some further explanation is necessary. See, I believe that we gravitate towards dogs, and all animals, because of their undying love and non-judgmental attitude about everything. Our animal companions are an illustration of God's love for us - they never hold a grudge, and give us the time and attention they feel we somehow deserve, even when we don't give it back. And, on occasion, an animal gives their own life for the good of the human pack.

We also see, illustrated in the eyes of some animals, the pain, fear and suffering that happens when we abuse our relationship with another creature. In NJ, some counties enjoy the luxury of no-kill shelters. In the quiet back rooms of theses shelters you may find a few cages of "unadoptable" dogs. Cowering beasts, with snarling growls and cut up faces, lash out at anyone or any dog that walks past their personal prison. No matter how much one may reach out to ease their pain or make a connection, they will not have it. All they have ever known is pain at the hands of another. They are tired, and afraid. How often have we been hurt or abused by another, only to retreat further and further into our own personal prison?


So, this aim of this blog is not to be a Twitter-esque roster of what my dog ate today (although I may dedicate at least one post to THAT topic). Milo and I want to hear about you and your stories, too! I have not blogged much, aside from a mandatory assignment in my undergrad classes, so we will figure this thing out together.

Love and Pats,
Milo and Me

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