my little kymarina, at 13 weeks….
my big red dog, kymarina,, has always had issues.. i blame them on the fact that she was born in a shelter,, and lived the first 12 weeks of her life in a cage.. a cage in which she was expected to eat, sleep, and shit.. a cage with a door that was evidently slammed on her little puppy tail,, causing it to be scarred and crooked her whole life..
i wonder sometimes,, why even the relatively good life she has had with me for the last 11 years has not been enough to rid her of the emotional scars of those twelve short weeks.. why the fact that she is fed and warm and loved cannot make up for those incidences so long ago that caused her to become scared of everything.. why to this day, she will shy away from even my outstretched hand..
today, she is scared to death of the vinyl flooring.. (and yes,, i do have old 70’s gold patterned vinyl flooring throughout the entirety of my house,,, but hey,, its mine,, its paid for,, and its gonna stay there till it gives me reason to replace it……) she seems to think she is going to slip on it,, she gets herself so worked up,, that when she finally has the courage to step onto it,, she is in such a panic,, that she does slip,, she does fall,, and it only serves to re-enforce her fear….
this morning, as i moved the throw rugs around,, making a walkway for her to brave the 10 feet between the kitchen area and the bed,, i couldnt help but think about how much she and i have in common..
