Day 973

Early…in the wee hours of the morning… Sammy started to “whisper bark." Believing he needed to go outside, we quietly maneuvered to the back door and his doggy exit. It opened, he looked at me as if to say, “Why would you want me to go out in the cold?” and immediately headed back inside. We went back to bed for a few minutes when the ‘whispers’ resumed! As I saw the lights of a snowplow illuminating the ceiling, I suddenly realized why Sam was frightened! Poor baby!

If only I could have explained that there was no danger, but that was not an option. This time, when we crawled out of bed, ALL of us headed downstairs to start our day…a bit earlier than planned!

In life, there are “snowplows” for all of us. Whether we are fearful of a natural disaster, a feeling of impending doom or anything else that might just keep us up at night, the fear is real to our own hearts. To add insult to injury, those unknowns usually cause us to worry deep into the quiet hours of the night. Many a time, I have waited for daylight to arrive so that I could face the reality of those fears.

The interesting thing is those “snowplows” are not as dire or frightening in the light of day…thank goodness! So now, when my mind wanders to unpleasant happenings in the dead of night, I block those voices that get the adrenaline pumping. Pivoting to beautiful, positive things in my mind, I save my fears for the light of day…I sure wish Sammy could do the same. That’s OK though! I can be his Therapy Human!