I really enjoy Rugby’s enthusiasm for life. I absolutely do. There are days when I simply feel tired about life in general, and then there’s my furry little pal, who is always excited about some small event in his day, and I remember to find the fun in life once again….just watching him experience the joy in something small and seemingly insignificant.
It honestly takes so little to make Rugby happy. So. Very. Little. A lizard on the patio…chasing bugs….a squirrel running up a tree….a chipmunk chipping….a brand new piggie…herding us around the house with said piggie….*sigh*….I’m smiling as I type this.
If only life were this simple for humans, right? I mean take me back to the days where I could spend an hour watching a ladybug on a leaf, or make shapes out of the clouds laying on my back in the yard….chasing and catching fireflies on a warm summer night. Those are long ago days…nearly forgotten. But that’s where Rugby lives. That’s his existence. His whole world. His here and now.
And I think sometimes he must shake his head at me, wondering why I “busy” myself with dumb things….writing blogs…watching TV….answering email….webinars….reading books…..house cleaning….although house cleaning does present many herding opportunities for him, so actually, he thinks house cleaning is pretty fun!
A couple of weeks ago, Rugby had something on the side of his face and I went to brush it off. It stuck to my finger instead, and I was astounded at what I saw. It was the teeniest, tiniest slug I had ever seen in my life….nearly microscopic! I’m sure he had just been swiped onto Rugby’s snout when Rugby was poking his nose around the forest floor which is our backyard.
To be honest with you, I’m not a slug fan. I’m just not. I like snails, but slugs give me the heebie jeebies! I can imagine that they are essentially a snail without a shell, but the shell really does make a difference for me. Sort of like a goldfish versus a great white shark, I think.
But honestly, this little teeny, tiny slug was pretty adorable.
I can’t believe I just used “slug” and “adorable” in the same sentence!
As I looked at my finger, I saw this tiny, little creature pull his little antennae out and start to explore my finger. It was fascinating to watch, and he kept my interest for more that just a little bit. I guess he released my inner child for that moment. And as I watched him, I was torn with the knowledge that if I set him onto a leaf, he might just grow up to be a big slug and gross me out someday.
But I gave him the chance. Every creature deserves a chance to live and thrive and grow. So I carefully let him crawl from my finger to a leaf on one of our violet plants which provide lots of ground cover for us in the back yard. I gave him that chance to grow up to be a big slug. I hope he has a great life in our big back yard, and I also hope that his life is far away from wherever I happen to be in the backyard…I won’t lie about that one!
Giving a baby slug the chance to have a great life instead of squishing him into oblivion. Wow.
To some people….naughty dogs can get returned to a shelter or rescue and not make them think twice. They can know that many or most of those dogs will ultimately end up being put to sleep and still surrender their dogs. Some folks will always see them as damaged…rejected….broken creatures with little to no value or worth. They are something simply to be thrown away and and the dog owner will get another dog….something else….something different….something new.
I’m really glad that I gave a little mixed breed puppy of uncertain pedigree the second chance that he needed….to thrive….to live….to grow and to change. I’ve always hoped that Rugby would have a great life….in whatever form that takes…whether it’s having a big world or a small one.
So often life really is all about the little things, and it took my speckled and spotted furry friend….with the help of a tiny hitchhiking slug…..to remind me not to pass by the really important things in my life.