In Singapore, I do not get to play with dogs very often. When I do, it is a fun treat. I am reminded of the enjoyment that comes with unconditional acceptance and the natural ability to be happen in the moment that is. Dogs seem to forget what happened yesterday. The only thing that matters is now. They revel in being fully present, especially when someone is paying attention to them in the way that they like best.
As I let the fluffy white dog sniff my hand, I wondered how things were going to unfold. It was obvious that the dog’s owner cared. The dog’s hair was smooth, silky, and soft. It reflected a recent shampoo as well as a significant amount of brushing. The dog was trim, healthy, and in great spirits. Everything was set for a great encounter, but one never knows.
Within a few minutes I knew the dog liked me. In addition to giving back as much as I gave, the dog increasingly just wanted to sit next to me. Given the conversation at hand, there was no need to move. The petting turned to scratching his ears, and then he rolled over and invited me to rub his stomach. This dog was in heaven! It almost seemed like there was a purring sound coming from deep within. If I had to give the dog words, I know what they would have been; “I’m feeling so fit, so safe: made right, kept right.” (Psalm 7.10)
Rarely am I jealous of a dog’s world. The idea of going around on all fours, eating without hands, and having to go outside to relieve myself is not my idea of happiness. However, in this moment, I knew he had something I wished for. I found myself caught up in his moment – the sense of abandonment, wonder, and peace. There was no hunger, pain, or uncertainty. His choice and my action were working in wonderful harmony. It seemed like a perfect moment for everyone.
Out of sight I heard a cat’s meow. So did he.
