Saturday, August 5, 2017

Lessons From Stella

I wrote a post a while ago about our two dogs, Bailey and Stella. Bailey, our Golden Retriever, is up in age now and is the undisputed matriarch of our family. She was a sort of rescue dog. Shy, timid to the point where sudden movements or noise would send her cowering and shaking to a corner somewhere. Didn’t bark or make any noise for the first month or so. So gentle, though. Loving and while she barks at doorbells or when the garage door opens, she would rather lick you to death than bite you.

Stella, on the other hand . . .

We don’t know what breed she is exactly. Has a bit of Beagle in her, maybe some Lab, but she’s on the short, small side and feisty. Oh, is she feisty!

Some guy, at some point in her short history, must have been abusive. When we first got her from a rescue site, all I would get from her was a growl or a bark. I would enter the room and she would either bark or more likely growl, and then leave. Wherever I was, Stella wasn’t. I could offer her food and the only way she’d take it would be if I placed it on the ground. It’s been two years and Stella will still not let me put a leash on her. That’s problematic for a whole host of reasons!

It’s been a little over two years now and there have been some changes.

On a good day, Stella will take food from my hand. At night, if Kim, Emily or Hannah are around, she will actually let me pet her, but I have to do it slowly and gently, and she always has to have an eye on me. Always. The trust is fragile at best.

Lately, at about nine each night, Stella bounces in front of Kim for a nightly walk. After, she comes into the family room, catches my eye and begins to bark at me. Not at Kim. Not at Hannah. Not at Emily. At me.

But . . .

Her tail wags. She gets down in a “pounce-ready” position and if I don’t move, she continues to bark.

Bailey comes to my rescue and positions herself between the two of us, protectively. Kind of unsettling, if you think about it.

Many times, I’ll get off the couch and sit on the floor and begin petting Bailey. When I do, Stella comes around, growls a bit, maybe barks a little, but I get to pet her too.

When it’s time for bed, either Kim or I will say, “Let’s go to bed!” and Stella will scramble up the stairs to our bedroom and enter her cage and lay down. Generally, I lay down on the floor and I pet her, talk quietly to her, and I think, all is well. We’re getting there . . .

Only to wake up the following morning and Stella is right back to her cranky, frightened self and she greets me with a bark or a growl or both. So, we start over. And it’s been two years!

Lessons From Stella . . .

Stella is kind of like that one kid who sits in the back of a classroom. Belligerent, maybe a bit hostile. Maybe that kid who is quiet, who won’t raise a hand to volunteer an answer. That kid, who most certainly won’t ask a question.

Stella is kind of like that one kid who walks down the hallway and when greeted, might but probably won’t, acknowledge you. Maybe pretend not to hear you. Maybe even glare at you.

Stella is kind of like that one kid who won’t put away the cell when you ask the class to do so. Instead, escapes with it . . . from you, from others, from whatever frightens him or her, from whatever pain might be in his or her life.

Stella is kind of like that one kid who wants desperately to take that bit of food, that bit of knowledge, that bit of kindness from your hand, but is so afraid to do so because it might be withdrawn as it was in the past, or because the hand might hurt, or mostly, because it shows his or her vulnerability and perceived weakness.

Stella is kind of like that one kid who will warm up to you one day and not talk to you the next. Who is friendly and might even smile one minute and in the next, might disrespect and defy you.

Stella is kind of like that one kid . . .

And as easy as it would be to ignore and give up on Stella . . . or that one kid . . . we dare not, because in the end, I . . . we . . . might be all Stella or that one kid has. As easy as it would be to write that referral or to absolutely lose our temper and use all those educated, sarcastic, and hurtful words on him or her, or Stella, we can’t, because that is where Stella and that one kid came from and goes home to each afternoon, each night.

So, each morning, like I do with Stella . . . like we do with that one kid . . . we begin again. We start over. Like I do with Stella . . . like we do with that one kid . . . we start over in the hope that we can break through the facade, remove the mask, and have a real, honest relationship.

That’s the Lesson From Stella.

To never give up. To never give in. No matter how hard it might be, no matter how little time we might have, to let Stella . . . to let that one kid . . . know we’re there, we’re ready. That no matter what, we’ll be kind instead of mean. We’ll be gentle instead of hurtful. We’ll accept instead of reject. Each day. Each morning (and afternoon and evening). Each classroom (and family room). Stella, and that one kid. Something to think about . . .

Live Your Life, and Make A Difference!

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Available on Amazon for .99 the Lives Trilogy Prequel, Taking Lives:
FBI Agent Pete Kelliher and his partner search for the clues behind the bodies of six boys left in various and remote parts of the country. Even though they don’t know one another, the lives of FBI Agent Kelliher and two boys become interwoven with the same thread that Pete Kelliher holds in his hand. The three of them are on a collision course and when that happens, their lives are in jeopardy as each search for a way out.    

Stolen Lives, Book One of the Lives Trilogy:
Two thirteen year old boys are abducted off a safe suburban street. Kelliher and his team of FBI agents have 24 hours to find them or they’ll end up like all the others- dead! They have no leads, no clues, and nothing to go on. And the possibility exists that one of his team members might be involved.    

 Shattered Lives, Book Two of the Lives Trilogy:
A 14 year old boy stands in the kitchen pointing a gun at his uncle. There are many reasons for him to pull the trigger. Mainly, he had started it all.    

Splintered Lives, Book Three of the Lives Trilogy:
A 14 year old boy is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice. High up on an Arizona mesa, he faces three desperate and dangerous men in hopes of saving his father and his brothers. 

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