Heel!

Hello… I need to figure out what to call this group of people. Hm… any ideas?

Big news! No, Yaha’s not finished with training. Yet. However, I am adding a new type of post to this puppy periodical.

Life lessons.

See, the thing is, I’m an over thinker. A chronic overthinker. To the point that, when I’m reading or writing, there are times I’ll overthink the words. For example, now that I’m thinking about this, my mind is reading this sentence as follows. “For/Fer/Fa example, now/na/na-oh/nay-oh that/tha/thehd/dat I’m/ah’m/I am thinking/thinkin’ about/’bout/abou’/’bou’ this/dis/thi’, my/mah/meh” aaaand I don’t really have to finish that sentence, do I? You get my point. Chronic overthinker. To the point I’d drive any telepath to an insane asylum.

But I digress. So, overthinker that I am, I read into life a lot and glean from it stuff I’m maybe not necessarily supposed to. I could say it’s a fun little scavenger hunt or something equally cute-sy and cliche, but that’s just not true. Blessing or curse, it’s a part of how I process life.

So, I decided to show y’all my insights. Each post covering these ideas will have a warning in the title. Something catchy I’ll come up with later. Deep or shallow, you signed on to this runaway-train ride, so you really only have one person to blame. 🙃

So. Here we go.

First.

Heeling.

The position Yaha is supposed to stay in is with his shoulder level with my knee. At my side. Walking with me. Not in front of me. Not behind me. Beside me. As a partner.

When he gets too far in front of me, it’s an “eh-eh” and turn around for a few steps so I’m in the lead. After a gentle “try again” we turn back around and continue on our way.

I found this an interesting parallel to my relationship with God. He wants to walk beside me and lead me instead of dragging me along behind like he could. Something I appreciate greatly.

However, sometimes I don’t appreciate it as much as I should and I start to pull ahead, fooling myself into thinking I could actually usurp His leadership. He turns us around for a little detour, how hard He pulls on my lead depends on how set in doing what I want I am in the moment. Once I again submit to his leadership, He’ll turn us back again with a gentle “try again”.

He is more patient with me than I am with Yaha, and doesn’t mind how many times I need correcting. It’s the same route; the only thing that changes due to my pig-headedness is how long the route will take.

As much as I don’t appreciate the corrections, He has a great work for me to do and said corrections are necessary for my training. There are sections of sidewalk we get to go over four to five times before I finally understand. And if there’s a dog on the other side of that fence I must bark at, we stop and deal with one problem at a time, taking longer than we would’ve had I just recognized we’re on our way past, and He’s the one in control, not me.

Thank. You. God.

Anyway, that’s the little life lessons blurbs I’m talking about. Just enough to get them out of my head so they don’t drive me crazy. Parasitic telepath? Sure. Me? Nope. I’m close enough to crazy as it is; raising a [likely] Pyrador puppy as I am. 🙃

Okay. Have a good one!

Bye!