yesterday i ran into two of my favorite old ladies while walking with my dogs. one of them, sherry, loves pirate; the other lady, beth, wants nothing to do with him. pirate is our crazy dog who thinks his job is to make everyone in this world happy. he sees sherry and his ears go back, and his whole body wiggles uncontrollably, from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. sherry loves him and you can tell pirate makes her day. beth wants nothing to do with pirate, and admits she only like cats. she refuses all of pirate’s efforts to befriend her. beth’ll walk ten steps away, hands in her pockets and lets sherry receive all his kisses. pirate never takes beth’s rejections personally. he understands. some people don’t care for dogs. he smiles at her, and continues to wag his tail and give sherry his kisses.
scout, one of our other dogs, wants nothing to do with strangers, she reminds me of beth. danny, our third dog, loves strangers but knows not to compete with pirate in winning a stranger’s love. he stands looking at beth, knowing she’d like him if only she’d let him be close.
we’re all so different in how we see the world. it’s so easy to get into another person’s head and try and guess what they must be thinking. these are assumptions. but i’m not the other person, and that only creates drama, because reality isn’t the way the other person sees the world.
just the way i can’t get into a dog’s head, i can’t get into a human’s. i may keep trying, but i’m learning that life’s a lot simpler and more joyful when i stay in my heart and listen to theirs.