Carving space for people.

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I don’t love all people. I don’t like all dogs. I do love people that love their dogs.  I have an instant place in my heart for people who tend and love their dogs like family.  How someone treats his or her dog speaks the world to me.  I’m going to keep this as short as I possibly can.  I could write oceans about dogs but I’ll try to keep this to a creek crossing (or is it crick?).

I met someone for the first time a few years back and I had my dog with me.  I was picking something up from them and when my dog hopped out I introduced my dog to her (as you do).  We were loading up and the gal accidentally bumped into/stepped on my dog and she promptly apologized to her by name.  I rarely can recall a new person’s name I’ve just met and she remembered my dog’s name! I didn’t know when, I didn’t know how… but , I knew I could make room for this person in my life. I instantly carve space for people that treat dogs with dignity (any animal but this crossing is about dogs). She apologized to my dog by name! That has stuck with me. That’s pretty much the end of the story.  I’m not worried that this story doesn’t feel finished because people that get dogs will get me and this story without much left to describe.  It can be the simplest of things that help us carve space for people. 

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