We've had our dog, Stella, now for about 7 1/2 years. She really is very friendly (most of the time) and, I suppose, considered part of the family. Most of the time. She's also gone through what many dogs go through in her situation--demotion in the family hierarchy. Before kids, she got many walks, play times, belly rubs, etc. Now, she's nice to have around, but doesn't get the TLC she used to. Unfortunately, sometimes she's only really noticed when she does something bad, like yesterday, for instance.
Stella barks at dogs when they walk by our house, but she really loses it when a dog comes by that's not on a leash (which is a violation of a Highland Park ordinance, fyi). She really, really loses it when a particular dog comes by. She has a history with this dog. Before yesterday, there have been two instances when Stella got loose and chased after the dog much to our chagrin and much to the anger of the other dog's owners. That's a long story I won't get into. Yesterday was Incident 3 with this dog. The front door was left ajar, the dog (off leash) comes trotting by with its owner, Stella gets out, chase ensues. Anne was upset about it after telling me about it and I kind of stressed about it, too. Would the owners confront us? Call animal control? My anxiety level was too high for the rest of the day.
That's the point I'm making in all this. One of my growing edges is my inability to give things to God, especially seemingly minor things. I fret too much rather than being in prayer. I try to control rather than letting loose. Dear Lord, help me with this one.
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