Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Jeremy and Connor

A recent newspaper article told the story of a special bond between Jeremy and his 195-pound Great Dane, Connor. Jeremy has two other dogs, but what makes the story of Jeremy and Connor newsworthy is that Jeremy was born with one handicapped arm and Connor is deaf – possibly born that way.

Jeremy communicates with Connor through sign language. The dog knows approximately ten signed commands.

Dogs love to play tug of war. One of my dogs is so overzealous in playing tug, he thinks growling is happy talk. With Buddy, losing the toy to the other player is not an option, which is why the other dogs enjoy the game with him. He’s a formidable and determined opponent. I won’t play tug with him because I don’t want to encourage him to play that way with any human, especially a child. He is so into the game – the words “zoned out” come to mind – it takes something to startle him to get his attention. He weighs about forty-five pounds.

As I read the article, I envisioned Connor, who is nearly four times my dog’s weight, getting too aggressive in a tug with Jeremy, who has only one “normal” arm. This does happen. How does Jeremy resolve this? He waves two fingers and Connor backs off.

For a while the only way to get Buddy’s attention was to cup his nose with one hand and yell (yes, I said yell) over his excited growling before he heard me. So I am impressed with Jeremy and Connor, who are able to work so well together that Connor can “hear” Jeremy in the midst of energized play.

The question of the day is, in your relationship with God, are you a Buddy or a Connor? Are you so “zoned out” in some area of your life God would need to grab you by the nose and yell to get your attention? Or would he need to merely wave two fingers in your direction for you to hear him?

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Sunday, April 22, 2007

Let's Use Common Sense

It is a photograph I love: A young boy kneeling in prayer beside his bed. Next to him is a brown hound, paws on bed and eyes closed.

But the message just forwarded to me raises my dander. Excuse me, but who is the simpleton who wrote this to “send around” the internet with the picture?

This is the picture of the week !!!!!! I hope you will pass it on. Amongst all of the junk we get over the internet, occasionally we get something like this. It's just too good not to send around. If a dog has time to pray so should we!!!

“If a dog has time to pray?” Let’s be real, folks. I love animals. I have several. I volunteer to do whatever I can to try to fight animal abuse, encourage spay/neuter, and help with local shelter photographs.. This photo is absolutely adorable, but a praying dog?

Some forwarded messages are cute, inspirational, or informative, but the amount of garbage that floats about under the guise of “religious” is – well, disgusting.

My relationship with God will not suffer because I click the delete button instead of sending a “religious” message to everyone in my address book. I’m not going to hell because I choose to not share “those who love God will pass this on to everyone they know” emails, or because I’m offended by the “send this to ten people and something will appear on your screen,” or because I detest the “prayers” being passed around to “bring special blessings."

Even if there is something of actual value in the body of the message, does anyone actually believe tacking on these directives to pass on if you love Jesus types of messages honor God in any way? These forwards seem more like mocking God. They certainly do not fit in with worshipping God, spreading the gospel, encouraging the brethren, etc.

Please folks, don’t send me any “if you love Jesus, you will pass this on” messages. If I love Jesus, I will obey whatever he commands, not whatever someone with too much time on their hands and an overblown sense of self-righteousness directs.

If this message offends you, think about it for a moment.

Let’s use common sense when we receive forwarded emails purporting to prove we love God. There is nothing in the Bible about the way to heaven being paved with all-my-contacts religious forwards.

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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Pit Bull Stereotyping

There is great confusion over the term pit bull. The American Staffordshire Terrier, the Staffordshire Bull Terrier, the American Pit Bull Terrier, and the Bull Terrier are dogs generally classified as pit bulls, but according to a 2000 Centers for Disease Control (CDC) report, there are 20-plus breeds that are mistaken as pit bulls. The breeds commonly called pit bulls make loyal, fun-loving, companionable pets, and these traits remain with many of these dogs even while they are being abused. Yet it appears they are unwelcome in my city and automatically classified as “dangerous dogs.”

The term pit bull has a bloody history. This is not due to the nature of the dog, but due to the horrid ways men have used and abused these dogs. They were once used as bait dogs to control bulls, or as entertainment to bait bears, boars and other animals. A true pit bull in today’s society is one trained to be an animal aggressive killer so the owner can make a monetary killing by putting him in the pit to fight another pit bull for “entertainment.” But those who train fighting dogs do not want them to be people aggressive because owners often have to separate their fighting dogs in the pit. This type of dog is generally kept locked away and would rarely, if ever, be found loose in the city.

As with any animal (or human being), dogs have varied personalities and traits, but they are not born attack dogs. They learn to attack or bite for a variety of reasons, including abuse. Some owners – and I’m not speaking of fighting dog owners here – are deliberately responsible for their dogs’ aggressive nature, and if denied one breed, will merely choose another dog to sic on helpless animals and let loose on unsuspecting people.

Biting or aggression is not truly breed specific. Any dog can bite or attack, if provoked, startled, frightened, abused, taunted, in pain or protecting their territory. Dogs that live on chains or are denied social interaction – remember dogs are pack animals and fare better living inside or socializing with a family than being isolated – might bite, no matter what the breed. My county’s shelter manager believes every dog can be rehabilitated, but it takes an investment of time, training and patience.

If you see a dog running loose in the city, it does not necessarily mean the owner has been irresponsible. There are occasions when a dog can get loose, such as when someone accidentally leaves a gate open. And if you see a dog running loose in the city, it is not necessarily a pit bull, and if it is a pit bull, it is not automatically a dangerous dog.

A few years ago, while walking my dog, she was set upon and bitten by 3 animal-aggressive dogs who escaped their yard through an open gate – and not one of them was a pit bull. The meanest dogs I have encountered on my local walks were an itty-bitty ankle-biter and a huge German Shepherd (not at the same time). So, let’s not spread prejudice, seeing a blood-thirsty “pit bull” where a frightened, playful or lost pet exists. (Personally, I'm afraid of all dogs running loose, until I am sure they aren't aggressive toward me or my animals. There is nothing breed specific about my fear.)

In order to be judged a potentially dangerous or a dangerous dog, the dog is supposed to have bitten someone without provocation! As I write this a small purebred “pit bull” sits in a cage at the shelter. The crime - running loose, reason unknown. As I understand it, this small dog neither attacked nor bit anyone, but it has been labeled a “dangerous dog” and has been condemned to death tomorrow by the city. If I were the dog’s owner, I would probably not claim it either because I would be unable to afford the strict and expensive requirements attached to owning a dog titled “dangerous.” Why does the city not have a dangerous dog board, as does the county? Surely, even a dog deserves better than this.

The above is a slightly revised version of a recent newspaper column. I thought it appropriate to post on mercyandpercy.com in order to bring up the subject of stereotyping.

We have all heard blonde jokes. Everyone knows blondes are dumb. (What a crock of bleach!)

And we all know all men are – beer drinking sports zombies, deaf when their mate speaks, couch potatoes, and garbage detail avoider who can’t tell a safety pin from a cement nail when it’s time to change the baby’s diaper. Okay, some of them are deaf beer drinking sports zombies who avoid garbage detail, but in today’s society there are not only many who are proficient at taking care of the baby while mama mows the lawn, but a growing number of men who are are electing to emulate Michael Keaton in the 1983 movie, Mr. Mom.

And, of course, we all know that after a certain age, we begin to forget where we are going, why we were going there and what we were doing. (Excuse me for a moment. I can’t find my glasses. Oh, there they are, right where I left them – in the refrigerator.) In reality, there are many older folks who are clear-headed and can tell you what they had for breakfast this morning and also on this date twenty years ago.

We really shouldn’t stereotype people of whatever age, hair color, gender, ethnic background or religion. People have different personalities and character traits, and just as a neer-do-well can come from a highly educated, hard-working family, a gentle, loving person can come out of a background of abuse.

People laugh at stereotypical jokes, but it isn’t funny when we auto-stereotype a person unfairly and someone is hurt or a reputation is ruined.

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Friday, April 13, 2007

Dudu Didn't Die

Seven hours after he died and was buried in a shallow grave, a bloodied and staggering Dudu was sitting at his owners’ door.

No, this is not a joke. Dudu was most likely in shock when his owner’s couldn’t locate a pulse after the Chinese puppy was hit by a car and presumed dead.

The moral of this story is, when all seems lost, don’t give up – keep digging!

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Thursday, April 12, 2007

Keep Swinging

A 102-year-old woman recently made a hole-in-one while playing a round of golf. I believe she has been playing for 80 years and this is her first hole-in-one. I could be off on the number of years, but nevertheless this is a wonderful bit of news, because it illustrates the sage advice to persevere. I was surprised to learn a 102-year-old woman is still playing golf, but she broke the previous age record of a 101-year-old man in 2001.

So, if you have a goal or a dream, don’t give up on it merely because the years are passing. Time will pass whether you persevere or quit.

Perseverance is especially important if your goal or dream is God-given or God-inspired. Man is impatient. He wants everything yesterday. God, however, moves at his own pace, working things out according to his own blueprint and timetable.

Are you middle-aged or a senior citizen who believes God only works in and through the young, healthy and strong? Don’t despair. He doesn’t toss aside the sick, the weak or even the elderly. Not only can God use you whatever your age, but sometimes he has a better purpose for you when you have some experience and maturity under your expanding belt.

Golf is just a game. Elsie McLean attained her goal of a hole-in-one because she continued to play the game and she kept swinging.

What might God accomplish in you and through you if you persevere toward your goal or dream? If you want to find out, keep swinging.

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