Good Morning,
Each morning I walk my dog 'Bo', you know the 75 pound, muscle-bound, four-legged rocket ride. As I go to put the leash on him, he stretches, wags his tail and makes happy sounds. Then we go for a walk. The leash is to keep him from running free in the neighborhood and getting into other people's gardens, garbage and stuff. The leash is also to keep him from running into heavily trafficked roads and get injured or worse.
We look at the leash as a tool to restrain the dog. That is why it is there, and that is why we buy them.
When I got back to the house this morning, I took the leash off Bo and tied up the plastic bag with the stuff in it, along with some other litter I found along the way. As I carried the litter to the garbage pail I noticed that I still had the leash on my wrist.
I was still tethered to this leash. Then a thought hit me. I was tethered to this leash before I even hooked it to Bo.
This leash, this restraint was as much for me as it was for him. While the purposes of the leash on my end was not to keep me from going places and doing things, it in fact was.
While I had the leash on me, I was not going to walk up to someone else's door, because I have the previously mentioned furry mini-missile on the other end of the leash.
That tool which we intended to use to restrain another was in fact a restraint for ourselves.
When we try to limit the actions of another, we in-turn, restrain ourselves.
I guess my dog, Scooby, from my childhood days knew this. When we walked, he would grab the leash in his mouth and he would walk me. We thought it was cute, but looking back in this perspective, you can see that he knew that I was just as restrained as he was.
It was just that I did not know it.
Something to ponder!
Enjoy!
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