Coming back from getting a cup of lemonade at church I passed a service dog - lick. He licked my leg. I don’t know how much you know about service dogs, but I have the pleasure of knowing a lot about them because Craig and I are in the middle of working on a children’s book about a service dog (Diane and Gracie). Service dogs are trained exceptionally well. Not all of them are restrained and smart enough to make the cut.
When you see a service dog harnessed they are “on duty”, meaning they are working and supposed to be doing only what they are trained to do. They are trained to turn off other instincts and focus on the job at hand. You are not supposed to pet them or do anything to distract them from their duties. When I passed this beautiful Black Lab I did not stop to say hello or pause as I passed him; he and his owner were walking in the other direction. Then - lick - he licked my leg! I don’t even know how he slipped it in with the moment we had in passing! As I bent down to wipe it off I thought, “He just licked me!” Then it made me laugh because he got away with it. His owner did not notice and he got a lick in!!
I think I’m like that black lab some of the time. I wanna stay focused on the duties at hand, but like to take a lick of life’s treasures too (not creating harm, of course).
I know tonight I needed it. I’ve had the flu for over a week and my ears are plugged and ringing, and I felt bad and looked bad, BUT, my legs looked good enough to lick, and that’s cool.
I have this scripture on my mind tonight so I thought I’d share it:
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. Psalm 139:14 (New Living Translation)
I’m glad he made dogs too!!