My Dog and Me

I have the most wonderful dog.  He’s a maltepoo named Fonzie.  (Remember The Fonz from Happy Days?)  We rescued him about 2 years ago at a pet adoption event, and we bonded immediately.  When people praise our decision to adopt a rescue dog and give him a good home, I reply that Fonzie rescued us.  He gives us unconditional love, and a reason to smile constantly…what more could we ask for!  Every day, I spend time “talking “ to him.  He looks at me quietly, turning his head from side to side, not knowing what I’m saying. But he can tell from my smile, tone of voice, and gestures, that it pays for him to stick around.  Usually, I get a lick of appreciation for my efforts.  Recently, it dawned on me, that my situation is very similar to my dog.  All too often, I too, find myself in a group where I have trouble deciphering what is being said.  Looking at the others, I know when it will benefit me to stay, even if I have to struggle through the conversation.  Like Fonzie, I sit quietly, looking for the light at the end of the tunnel!