The Blueberry of Angryness
I got bit by a neighbor’s dog over the weekend.
I was walking
out of the shed, and as my back was turned, Blueberry sprinted out from the dog
door, gained an amazing vertical leap, and sunk a couple of fangs into my
shoulder. This is the first time I have experienced a dog bite for almost forty
years. The last time was on my Washington Post paper route over on Swinton
Drive in Kings Park West, where a dog ran out from one of the few houses that
did not receive the paper, jumped up and nipped me in the midsection, and then dashed
back inside the house, where the woman would not answer the door to address my
complaint!
Maybe, I let my guard down this time, as I did have
a confident record of working as a meter reader for seven years, entering thousands
of customer yards with dogs, and although there were a few close calls over
that long span, I never got bit once.
It comes largely as an emotional shock, as I had been
imagining for a long while, that as much as I am fond of most dogs and enjoy
their company, that greater and noble dog-manity was loyally by my side.
It’s true that Blueberry, the dog that bit me, has a
sketchy past and a questionable upbringing. But I have been communicating with
him much over the past year or two, in the kindest voice and intentions that I
could muster up. Now, I’m finding this incident to be disconcerting.
When incidents like these happen, I often turn to the
Animal Medicine cards, to see if I can gain a bit of wisdom from there. In this
particular case, it feels fitting to examine the card from the contrary
position. I haven’t looked at it yet, but my stronger intuition is saying that
maybe now is not a good time to turn my back on someone who I believe is aloyal friend, and then be deceived.
Let’s see now what it really says:
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