There are a lot of things happening outside this little page. Good things, primarily good things. But, as with any big changes, there is stress. And worry. And fear. There is a lot to do and a lot to think about. There is a new schedule now, a new list of priorities. It’s going to take me some time to adjust. Do not be concerned, adjust I will, but time is not something I have in spades.
Many people talk about how their dogs can sense their feelings. When they are sick or upset, their dogs seem to understand this and go out of their way to offer comfort. While I do not disbelieve this, I have never experienced it myself. Shiva is not the sensitive, self-sacrificing types. No matter how I am feeling – even if I am hacking up a lung – in her mind, her needs come first. It’s cool. I’ve never considered it her job to fix my problems. That’s why she surprised me yesterday by just chilling out with me on the couch all afternoon.
I’ve mentioned before how Shiva hates touching or being touched while she’s asleep. Yet yesterday, she snuggled down behind my legs and showed no signs of discomfort. She would have stayed there for hours had my knee not cramped up. It was strange. Contrary to popular opinion, Shiva does have her lazy days, but she was taking it to a new level. Lazy and cuddly? Those two words have never described her before. It made me wonder.
Perhaps we were connecting on a new level, I thought. Perhaps she sensed my nervousness and slight anxiety. Perhaps Shiva knew I needed a puppy in my lap to remind me that everything is going to be okay. It was sweet. I will admit, it did help. I did feel a little better.
Shiva was equally subdued this morning. She stayed by my side in the forest, even though she was free to run and sniff as she pleased. When I clipped the leash back on she seemed content. There was no tugging to eat dirt, no insisting on one last sniff of each bush. Again, it was strange. Was my wacky dog finally maturing? Maybe she understood me far more that I understood her. Maybe she was giving me a break.
Or maybe she was sick all over the sidewalk just as we turned back down our street. How is that for humbling? So much for an other-worldly connection.