We have a new neighbor on our hill. I met him the other day
when I was taking my beloved old puppy - whose arthritis prevents him from
getting a walk - out for his drive. My neighbor was walking his three pups down
the hill, so of course as mutual dog lovers, we had to stop and have a
conversation. One of my neighbor’s dogs only sported two legs; he had a wheeled
contraption that took the place of his back legs. Another of his dogs rolled
around gleefully in a doggy-perfected wheelchair with his three legs, and
the last of his cuties had the more common four legs, of which three are of the
regular kind, and a bionic titanium hind leg! Despite their differences, all
three dogs were obviously happy, healthy, enthusiastic critters.
And my sweet 14 year old Ringo, despite his creaky hindquarters and sagging back, enjoys his car-rides enormously, muzzle straight into the wind like any self-respecting dog.
What a wonder our animal-friends are! They don’t complain
about much of anything. Certainly, if an animal is mistreated or abused, they
suffer, but under normal conditions, our furry-friends accept their condition
and enjoy life as it is. Right then, right there. Even the small lizard that
I’ve come to recognize because he has half his tail missing, plunks himself on
my deck to enjoy the sun, tail or no tail.
What is it with us humans that we complain about the least
little ache and pain? It doesn’t make the pain go away, actually, dwelling on
pain usually makes it worse. Yet here we are, moaning and groaning while three
legged dogs hop around happy.
I am reminded of six dogs that were rescued recently in
North Carolina. Trapped in their cage, about to drown in the still-rising
flood-waters, the dogs were set free by rescuers. The pups ran out of their
cage through the water to dry land, wolfed down the food given them by their
good Samaritans, and wagged their tails: “Now what?”
Unlike us, the dogs did not revisit their recent trauma,
complain about their days without food, no doubt scared and cold, they simply –
once rescued – resumed their doggy lives. Now granted, sometimes revisiting the
past is helpful, even necessary, for us. Process the experience, sure. Look for
a solution or resolution, absolutely. But what we don’t need to do is complain
about it.
So I’ve decided to give myself a most unusual present this
Holiday Season. I’m going to quit complaining. At least as often as I can catch
myself doing it (there’s a challenge for you!). And I invite you to join me, if
you like, in ditching the complaining.
After all, who seems to be having more fun, us or the dogs?!