Listening to My Gut Got Me a Three-Legged Dog
That small voice inside us. It’s usually drowned out and so easy to ignore. Each time I’ve listened to it, it’s turned into something pretty remarkable (like a husband, but I’ll write about that another day).
This time that small voice led me to a three-legged dog.
My previous, most beloved dog had recently died in an unexpected way. If you’ve lost a dog or a best friend, you know the pain. Through tears I vowed to never get a dog again.
That was until just s few days later, a little voice in me said,
“Maybe there’s a dog out there with a special need that needs a home. You know, like a dog that only has three legs…”
It was a fleeting, albeit very clear, thought, and I shared that thought with no one. A few hours later, out of nowhere, my husband sent me a link to an adoption page for a small little mutt with only three legs. I was flabbergasted. It couldn’t have been any more clear.
“It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.” William Dean Howells
Now we sleep each night with Greta, a small in stature, large in personality, three legged goof ball that bit by bit is wriggling herself into my heart.
The gems in life are hidden in that small voice.
We live our lives afraid to tune out the news, the social networks, the noise. What we really are tuning out, however, is that inner voice of wisdom. That small voice that is connected to a higher power.
Take some quiet time every day. Some days the small voice will talk to you and some days it won’t. You’ll never hear it though, if you don’t open yourself to it.
I’ve taken some big risks in my life after hearing that small voice, and I’ve never regretted any of them. The voice in your soul, not in your head, is small but mighty, and it speaks to you from beyond the confines of the ego.
The inner voice saved the day.
If you keep your eyes and heart open, life lessons are everywhere.
Greta is a master escape artist. She's also a delightful little three legged mutt. As soon as we adopted her, she had a talent for finding every tiny flaw in the fence that surrounds our property.
That was a skill the adoption service did not advertise.
She was missing one day for over half an hour, and I was getting pretty frantic. Outside of the fence, one side of our property is bordered by a busy road and another side by a canal. Alligators have been known to swim down those canals. She’s a horrible swimmer. We all know what cars can do.
I was calling her and riding my bicycle through the neighborhood looking for her. My super-terrific neighbors were helping.
I finally realized, I needed to stop what I was doing, get quiet, and listen for an answer.
It took less than a minute. I felt guided to check the neighbor’s waterfront. (did I mention we have alligators in the neighborhood?) There she was, under a tree. Wait, what was that in her mouth? A big fat rat.
I thought, "oh wow, I’m going to have to pull that thing out of her mouth." Until she saw a flock of ibis in the grass behind me. She dropped that rat and took off after the birds. I scooped her up and took her home.
I was mad at her and excited for her all at the same time. That was probably the most thrilling day she had ever had.
When life gives you a hole in the fence, go through it.
You can manage risk better than a 10-pound mutt. Yes, life on the other side of the fence has its dangers and threats. But here’s an even bigger threat, even though fences are designed to protect us, they have a sinister side.
The more time you spend inside the fence, the scarier it can look outside the fence.
Venture out. Travel, Try something new, make a new friend. Do things that make you feel a little scared.
It’s okay if it feels scary. It can feel scary and you can do it both at the same time. Setting out beyond the fence is where you’re going to find more reward, more excitement, more joy. Even if you skin a knee or take a stumble, it’s still worth it.
A final note in Greta's words.
Greta says, don't be afraid to get your paws dirty (all three of them).
"When I first got adopted, my paws had little pink pads. Everyone said, “Aw, how cute, she has a little pink nose and little pink paws! And look, she only has three legs!”
But guess where pink paws get you. Nowhere.
Life is full of treasures and surprises. You gotta dig in the dirt if you want to uncover the good stuff. So now my paws are black. The sign of a rich life. Next — my nose."
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