I had a delightful weekend away, with my Buddhist study group. On Sunday we went to a local fair and saw the sheep dog trials. It was fascinating to watch the trainer, the dog and the sheep and their subtle and not so subtle interactions (one dog was disqualified for biting a sheep, but that sheep was really stubborn and stamping it's foot, so I felt a bit bad for the dog). At their best, the dogs moved like poetry in motion, and the tension was as great as watching a high wire act. The dogs were intense and there had to be such a fine balance between making the sheep aware of their presence, and gently directing, without moving too quickly or suddenly and startling them.
Dogs have worked with men for many thousands of years, and seeing the trials reminded me of that long bond and mutual benefit we both derive from our relationship. What we ask of them they try to give us with their whole hearts, and we need to remember that their generosity enhances our world so so many ways. In the stands was a group of dog trainers with their guide dog puppies, and it brought tears to my eyes, to see these little fellows at their trainers' feet, learning to sacrifice instinct for devotion. A little black lab caught my eye. He was squirming, but happy, not sure what he was being called upon to do, but eager to please.
I hope my heart grows as big a a dog's, and remembers it's connections to others as well.
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