Happy is not simply my service animal. He is my fur baby. So like any good mom would do, I try to find outfits for Happy that are both cute and functional.
Yesterday, we went to the pet store to return a harness Happy REFUSED to wear. I thought it was cute, simple, fashionable AND it would keep Happy from pulling every time we saw a dog.
Happy wasn’t having’ it!
So I returned the harness. The sales representative suggested I look around. If I found something that I—I meant we—liked, I could make an exchange.
I wanted to go hiking with Happy and decided to try out a dog backpack just in case his little legs got tired on a long walk.
Look at Happy’s face!
He is like, “Nuh mom—I’d rather walk.”
I love my pupper!
He communicates SO clearly!!!
As a woman who cannot have babies, I thank God I have Happy.
I’m clear Happy is NOT a human baby—nor would I want him to be. Think about it. Human babies talk back, stress you out by who they date, and need money for college.
And extracurricular activities.
And clothes they eventually grow out of.
Not so for a dog.
I never have to worry about pregnancy.
Or in-laws I can’t stand!
And while Happy had done things that scared me silly—like jumping out of the window of my car at a full gas station near a busy highway (that was my fault) I wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world.
As a fur mom, I will go to jail over Happy.
It’s true. If you mess with my dog, you are jeopardizing your life! Recently, I was at a conference and some mindless woman bumped Happy.
Can we say RAGE in 0 to five seconds filled my body to the point I started to shake. She better thank God for grace and mercy.
I almost lost my religion.
I love my dog like you love your first born. Happy is a trained Service Animal. He is what my therapist termed my “secure attachment.”
Truth be told, Happy is a working dog.
He is a structure that:
—wakes me in the morning
—makes me sit down when I’m doing to much
—has me play when I feel like the world is caving in on me
—when I cry he climbs up my body to my face to lick away my tears.
When the spirit of anxiety and/or overwhelm covers me, he climbs in my lap or on my chest and just lays there until my breathing and heart rate settle down.
If need be, Happy will pull the blanket off the bed or jump on me so I sit up, then quickly lay down on my pillow so I can’t go back to sleep!
I can’t have babies.
Bad things happened to my body when I was a child that made me not want to have kids. I was to afraid to bring life into this world because I was afraid I would act out the violence that was acted out on me.
So I didn’t try.
In my forties I discovered I had large tumors in the walls of my uterus that were pressing on my kidney valves and I had to have an emergency hysterectomy.
I often wonder if women who have experienced violence and violation of their bodies get tumors in their life-giving parts as a survival strategy against the trauma we have survived.
I don’t know.
What I do know is that I thank God for giving me Happy as my very on “little one” to love and cherish.
I don’t know what kind of mom I would have been to a baby, but I can say with complete confidence I’m the BEST and most fun fur mom, for my baby, Happy!
I wouldn’t change that for the world!
So for all the mom’s in the world—
—grand moms mothering grand children
—single dad moms
YOU ARE AMAZING!!!!
Your job is the most essential work on the planet!!!!
It’s a thankless job that when done with love, creates a more loving world!
Happy Mother’s Day to ALL THE MOMS in the world!!!