Two steps up a doggy ladder, one lunge onto a padded window seat and a final 45-degree turn and jump onto the counter where Jazzy’s heaven waited: jars of dog treats.
Her canine feet remain planted on earth, although I nearly kicked her butt to Kingdom Come yesterday afternoon.
Jazzy my Jack Russell Terrorist usually keeps us laughing with her spirited disposition, her 90-mile-an-hour-out-of-the-gate pursuit of life and her dogged (pun intended!) adoration for her humans. (Click here for my first Jazzy post in 2010, shortly after we adopted her.)
But her limitless boundaries push waaaayy past our tolerance when she pulls one of her terrorist acts.
She was supposed to set an example for her injured cousin, Dora. Jazzy was supposed to keep Dora company while we ran out for a couple of hours.
Dogs don’t rationalize so who needs to take responsibility?
Jazzy will always go for the treats. Period. We were the ones who didn’t think through the decision to put her in Dora’s room while we were gone, a room with temptations.
Yes, I yelled at Jazzy for something that wasn’t her fault. I guess I should have yelled at myself.
I really wish I could learn not to yell at all. I want to take things in stride, to act like there are no big deals, to let my dog be a dog and me be a human.
Here’s the good news: I’m better than I once was.
Give ourselves (and our dogs) more grace
Maybe you yelled at your dog or your kid today. Maybe you swore at someone in traffic or maybe you flipped off a co-worker.
I’m not excusing your behavior, but when you start beating yourself up, I will ask you to stop. What’s done is done; you can’t change the past and perpetuating the negative vibes with self-flagellation is pointless.
Let whatever happened drift into yesterday. Let it go. Stop giving actions of the past–even those of 10 minutes ago–any power over your NOW moments.
You are worth more than the angry way you treat yourself.
You know what? My dog is worth more than the angry way I treat her sometimes. Same with my sweetie.
We all deserve love not anger. Love is the antidote for anger. Love is the real stairway to heaven.
Keep it real, keep it light, keep it love. For a light-hearted Jazzy post called 5 Benefits of Checking Your Pooch’s P-Mail, click on the link.