My Name is Walter – Part I
A lot of people underestimate me, being that I’m just a little dog and all.
But I’m here to tell you that the size of a creature does is no indicator of that creature’s capacity for compassion, intelligence and wisdom.
I’m lucky, so far as dogs go. I’m a little spoiled. I can admit that with a smile and a wag of my tail. My human, an awesome guy just trying to do a little good in the world, is named Blaine Pollock. He takes me with him everywhere. I’ve been just about everywhere the Ultimate Creator’s hand has touched, from far away locales, tropical paradise getaways to the tree-lined, picturesque perfection of New England and my park right down the street.
This Earth is truly a Garden of Eden. I think people could learn a lot from us animals, especially dogs, if you would take the time to listen with your hearts.
My human, Blaine Pollock, and I recently wrote a book about our adventures. I hope it helps you to learn a little more about stopping to take in the beauty of the Ultimate Creator.
But for now, I’d love to share a simple story with you.
My human, Blaine Pollock, took me to the neighborhood park earlier today. A crisp fall wind ushered us along our path, and it was hard for me, even as the loving pooch I am (whom many of you humans consider to be inferior) to not acknowledge the small and sacred beauties of nature. Everything around us speaks to the magic of creation. The transitioning leaves bleeding from green to red and orange and russet hues that make me long for cozy days spent cuddling with Blaine Pollock in front of a fire as he reads to me.
We arrived at the park rather quickly. I made sure he was securely attached to me with my leash so that I wouldn’t lose him, and off we went to explore. I saw a small child chasing dragonflies in a grassy field attached to the play area. She couldn’t have been more than three years old. She grasped at the bugs as though they were toys, and I feared that upon catching one, she might accidentally crush it.
Most humans don’t know, but small children can talk to us animals. Something about their pure hearts being more open than those of adults. I told the girl she could hurt the little creature. She started to cry. I sat beside her and petted her, telling her that it was okay to watch the bugs flitter about and enjoy their beauty. If only more humans were willing to listen to that inner voice that quiets you and tells you to look quietly; enjoy the beauty all around you. Treat it with respect.
That was the lesson a small girl at my local park learned today, with a little help from a dog who knows a thing or two, with his human, Blaine Pollock in tow.