In between the last post and this one I've found a place that will let me train in my wheelchair and a lady has given me a perfectly lovely low drive border collie. Now, the Universe is not going to pave the way smoothly for me-the world at large (represented by relatives) is going to come up with 10,000 reasons why I don't need a dog, any dog and THAT dog in particular, who they've never met.
And I could come up with some reasons why I do, the biggest reason being it's hard for a person to bend down to chihuahua level to train. Well, dang it, it is.
And, for whatever reason, I want to train a dog. So, I'm just going to enjoy my little secret, go meet the dog next week, and then and only then, introduce it to the family if I think it's a go.
But here's the thing, I am almost tearful with gratitude, because I feel like somebody heard MY cry and gave me what I wanted. Now, the truth is, I went out looking for a class and a dog so maybe I gave myself what I wanted.
Maybe we should accept our own right to give ourselves what we want.