I love looking at random pictures of dogs—there’s just something so fun about seeing a fuzzy creature just hanging out and being a dog that’s so sweet and fun. I love their funny spots and coloring, their disproportional noses, the way their ears and heads cock, their silly stances, that look of being carefree in their eyes. I don’t care if the person’s a stranger and we’ll never meet, I just like seeing dogs getting to be dogs. So I clicked on the link and saw Mama K.
Her picture is just too cute. She’s just standing there, hanging out, head tilted inquisitively, but not a care in the world. But I had to go back to the message: she had been poisoned? Someone tried to harm her in a really brutal, ugly way? Wow.
I don’t know why, but I just felt like celebrating her adoption. A dog I never knew existed until 30 seconds beforehand, and her finding her family made me weepy. It was just like, okay, everything bad that happened in your past is now over and done, and you’re going to have a nice life from here on out. That’s just really neat. Yay! indeed.
It made me realize that each time someone writes that an animal found its new family, its way home, or its way out of a bad situation, it really is cause for celebration—whether you’ll ever cross paths with that animal or not. And fortunately, there are a lot of people out there making it happen for them—by adopting, fostering, donating, posting and reposting, volunteering, or just generally supporting. It takes so very little effort to be kind, but it makes such a big impact.
May you find many reasons to celebrate today.
