I woke up around 1:30 am and just could NOT stop thinking about one of my childhood dogs. How weird is that? Moments began to play in my mind like a photo album…
Shaggy eating the oatmeal my daddy made, and leaving every single raisin in the bowl
Me…lounging in a hammock, and Shaggy with his tongue out…smile on his face…twinkle in his eyes…just looking up at me with happiness
Him wrestling with Marmaduke from down the street, on the front left corner of our lot, while we pulled out of the driveway
Bruce shooting at him with a b.b. gun so he wouldn’t stick around (he was originally a stray)
Running over him on the way to church with my daddy…”He’s up!” Daddy exclaimed…Sweet Shaggy stayed under the porch for several weeks after that incident
Giving him a trim when he wouldn’t let anyone else close to him with those shears
Seeing him chase cars down the dusty old Deren Road – He bit the covers off where you air up your tire – Impressive
Just watching him run faster than I’d ever seen any other dog run…
I loved that dog…
He was mine.
One humid summer afternoon, my cousin and I walked down our old dusty road to get the mail…Shaggy went with us that day. He wouldn’t hear of a leash, so ahead of us he went! After we got the mail, and wondered what sort of person dumps a huge pile of cigarettes on the ground, we began to head back towards the house…
“Beck, he’s in the highway!”
I turned back to look…
“He’ll be fine.”
As soon as I said those words to my cousin, my Shaggy was hit by a car. He flew through the air and landed in the ditch next to our mailbox. I tried to scream for my momma, but I couldn’t get sound to come out of my mouth. I remember running as fast as I could to get home…it just wasn’t fast enough.
Now – Any time that I flippantly think,
“Oh, they’ll be fine…”
“It will be fine…”
When it very well could be disastrous…
I remember Shaggy.
Perhaps that stray dog that stuck around, even when we tried to run him off, has saved me from some sort of unnecessary misery in my life…maybe on more than one occasion. That stray dog was a highlight in my childhood. He seemed to gravitate towards me, and me towards him…
When I woke up with him on my mind, I had to thank the Lord for seemingly small blessings…I had to thank him for Shaggy. I prayed that our pets go to Heaven:) Maybe…just maybe I’ll see him again.