My eyes burn angry holes into Brian’s back as he stomps up the stairs to take a shower. He had told me to keep an eye on Leia. I had just retorted that I wasn’t going to just sit around and watch her every move.
So, why was I so upset? Because the question had struck me a little raw. Why did we get a dog? I didn’t know.
Was this a part of my desire for chaos? A misdirected need for movement and creation in my life? Or had I been drawn to this new phase of our lives? Had I been drawn to this dog in particular?
Our new addition to the family is not what I had expected. When we first introduced her to Bowser back at the shelter, she had been a cowering little 3-year-old Chihuahua mix. “Where was the Chihuahua part?” we wondered. Even when we took her home, I didn’t hear her make a peep. We began to wonder if she even had a voice box! 2 weeks later, after getting accustomed to her new home and recovering from vaccines and a respiratory illness, the TRUE Leia began to shine through — including a hearty bark and the energetic temperament of a puppy!
Everything’s going to be fine, of course. This all just feels like another thing that’s turning my comfortable world upside-down without my permission. (I will change on terms, darn-nit!)
I believe Leia is another piece to my lesson on tolerance. I continue to be frustrated with circumstances outside of my control, and I need to accept what is. This has been a big lesson for me, so this may be the theme of the week! Or the month! (Universe, help me!)
Have a wonderful, beautiful day, everyone! May it be filled with much tolerance, understanding, and love. ❤
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