May 16, 2011

The Beefcake Gets Into A Jam

Dear Carter,
We're still working hard on our Random Acts Of Carter, and it seems that this project is really working! If any of our readers have a story to submit we would LOVE to hear them! I know of a couple of projects in the works, and can't wait to share them with everybody. Team Carter has some amazing members, that's for sure!!

Our new puppy, Brutus (the beefy cake) has been keeping us on our toes. He is amazing therapy for me, and even though he won't cuddle with me as much as I would like, he still manages to put a smile on my face. That's his job after all! Today he even managed to give me a different perspective on things.

This afternoon I found this as I walked into my Kitchen.

That is Mikey's clothes hamper which WAS downstairs in his room. It wasn't full of very many clothes, but enough to make it heavy for such a small puppy. Brutus must have been wrestling around down there and his collar got caught on the fabric. I'd imagine he felt stuck, but instead of calling for help he decided just to carry that heavy load around with him. He managed to bring it up the stairs, and was trying to get it out of the doggy door when I found him. At this point his spirit was broken because he had wrapped the loose fabric around part of the doggy door and was just plain stuck. I freed him, and he thanked me with lots of Pug kisses.

It occurred to me afterward that I was like Brutus a lot during this last year...not so much the squished nose and mouth breathing, but I tried to carry that heavy load without asking for help. I tried to just deal with my grief, and I didn't ask God for help. I felt like I just had to continue on carrying it until I got to the point where I was just plain stuck and my spirit was broken. I finally asked God to help me with this heavy load, and you know what? Most of the time I feel like he listened, and hasn't exactly freed me. He has at least lightened the load a bit.

There are other times when I feel like I'm right back at that spot by the doggy door waiting to be freed.

Maybe it's those times when I'm just not asking loud enough.


Lacey said...

I love the name Brutus, it fits your tough looking puppy! He would bring a smile to my face as well!

Corinne Judy Smith said...

Just did a huge catch up of your blog. Loved your Brutus story.