Earlier this year three friends of mine and I spent an afternoon at a Buddhist retreat in High View, West Virginia. How appropriately named because it was a peak where you could see miles and miles ahead of you. We wandered through the lush forest and as we were preparing to leave, two monks from Sri Lanka stopped and talked to us – at least one did, the younger one spoke English – and then asked me if they could hold Dexter, and if I would take a picture of them holding Dexter, and I did.
(I may have already posted these pictures … But this morning, I wanted to look at them again.)
He’s my baby. And though we’re not together right now – but we will be – he’s an emotional therapy dog. When I was deeply depressed, he was the only one who was able to get me off the couch. If I slept too long, he would jump on the bed, and nip at my face, saying, Time to wake-up!.
He’s all about love. Knows no discrimination. Once we went to visit a friend in the hospital who was severely depressed, and there was a common room there, where patients hung out. One man’s face was severely disfigured – monstrous, some might say – and Dexter headed straight for him as soon as we entered the room. If you could’ve seen the joy in this man’s face, how his mood miraculously lifted by this display of acceptance on the part of an animal, it would’ve brought you to tears.
And his behavior is impeccable – whether flying to Las Vegas from the East coast this past January, or in malls! (Where these three shots were taken, while I shopped for shoes. I love shoes!) or hanging with Buddhist monks from Sri Lanka at a retreat in West Virginia.