All. Night. Long.
A dog was barking.
I was exhausted. Irritated. Sleep deprived.
At 5:00 a.m., I had a horrifying thought…
Where’s Blue?
What if it’s MY dog?
What if I’ve been the cause of the all-night mayhem?
Cue panic.
Cue guilt.
Cue me sprinting to the back door like a terrible pet owner in a redemption arc.
I whistled.
Blue came cheerfully trotting in…
from another room in the house.
Not my dog barking.
Whew!
Instant relief.
Total forgiveness.
Inner peace.
…although at 10:00 a.m. that freaking dog was STILL barking.
My compassion comes with a very limited warranty.
Your move. What’s your version of the barking dog?
Liz Brenner
Everyone has a story to tell.
Even you.
Especially you.
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