Stella clawed at my knee and held on for dear life, her eyes bulging with terror. Her nails dug into my flesh, a painful moment for both of us.
“What’s wrong, girl? What is it?”
She released me and ran to the crate. I trotted behind her. Nothing. No blood. No sign of distress. No dead cat.
I scanned the area inside and around the crate, but noticed nothing that would cause the panic in Stella’s frightened eyes and pounding feet. And then I saw it. A treat stuck under the edge of the crate – the whole cause of the riot. A small chicken and bacon treat had become trapped! Stella pranced around the corner of the crate. She could see it and smell it, but she couldn’t get to it. The poor treat. It was going to waste. It had given its life in vain. Save it!
Stella does this pose when she is excited. She stands up, hops her forelegs about 6 inches off the floor, spins around and freezes. Then, lifting each stiff foreleg high in the air, she prances toward me for attention and accolades. For strangers and visitors, she bows with her front paws by her head. She put on her show and I just watched.
Not satisfied with the speed of my response, she placed her tongue between her teeth and blew. “Phlubbbb.” Special bulldog sounds equal annoyance.
“So now it’s not an emergency, but you still need my help and I’m moving too slowly to suit you. Okay, here it is.”
Stella accepted the rescued treat and settled into her place at rest. How can I fault her? I’ve blown the minor into the major times without number. And over food, too. In the old days, I am sure that I inflated the importance of chicken and bacon.
Stella was clinging to my leg to get my attention for something that made no difference in the great outside world, but was critically important in her small one. She was crying to me for help to do what she could not. As a human, I am higher than dogs in my manual dexterity, my reasoning power (I hope), and my eyes’ sharp focus and ability to distinguish colors and shades.
And as humans, we cry to the Lord to do what we cannot. He is higher than we are in every way.
“From the end of the earth will I cry unto Thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.” Psalm 61:2 KJV
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