A Life Lesson from My Rescue Dog Abby

blog ads 2-02About 20 years ago I found myself at the local animal shelter in LA with my friend Bob, eager to rescue a dog.

Little did I know that this day would change my life forever, and teach me an incredible life lesson that I still use today.

Bob and I entered the shelter and I found myself instantly drawn to a sad, frightened little dog that was cowering in the corner, obviously not happy and afraid of the big barking dogs in the cage with her. Bob told me that if I chose that dog, she’d love and be devoted to me for the rest of her life. I decided on the spot to take this little lifeless dog home.

I quickly took on the role of “savior.” I was going to save this little puppy and give her the best life possible. This dog needed to be saved and brought back to life and I thought I was the right man to do it! She had a gimp front paw, some stitches on her belly, and an extra eyelid under each eye, but I didn’t care. I was her savior.

I named her Abby and bought her toys and balls to play with. I bought her the most expensive pet food I could find. I took her for walks, gave her belly rubs, and I even gave her the comforter off my bed (it was sort of time for a new one anyway). It was clear I saved her. Poor broken Abby, I thought, I’ll show you the way!

Well, what I got in return for my love and affection, my ball playing and belly rubs, and my dwindling bank account, was a dog that did nothing but pee in my house. Never when I was home; always when I was ychylaway. I was sick about it. I tried everything. More walks. Paper training. Crate training. Nothing worked. I found myself running home from work each day, just sure that I’d find more pee in my home. And guess what…  Click here to read the rest of this post on Hay House’s Heal Your Life website.


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