Back to Nature (Published on TBNWeekly.com - July 7, 2004)
Harsh words for Back to Nature
Rubys getting older. Its apparent from
the way she carefully holds her left leg to the side, the cloud shadows in her eyes
and she becomes out of breath halfway through our morning walks.
I dont mind lifting her into the Jeep but as I hold her in my arms Im
reminded of when she used to leap right onto the seat jumping and twisting with
joy. Rubys getting older and I cant help but wonder what my world will
be without her someday. Shes my best friend and has been for nearly 13 years
now, my confidante, my strength, my never faltering soul mate.
I remember when we first laid eyes on one another. Shed been a show dog. A
tall, sleekly groomed black standard poodle and except for one slightly crooked
front tooth she would have gone on to palaces and kings but she chose down to earth
me and back woods paths, canoe rides and stood by me with friendship in our garden.
Weve been through rough times sometimes mine, sometimes hers.
Weve seen each other through tears and serious illness and never once did she
She has always understood I wouldnt intentionally hurt or harm her. She has
always understood that what ever I have had to do to her, no matter how painful at
the time, I loved her so much it had to be for her own good. Shed submit.
Shed never fight. We have unconditional love for each other. She can count on
me and I can count on her. Life is predictable with each other in that we trust
each other undeniably.
Ruby is my domesticated partner but she is still a wild animal. Underneath that
suave exterior rumbles the heart of a wolf. This morning she saw a rabbit leap into
the bushes and her disposition shifted. She was for a moment a hunter, ears perked,
steady and poised, ready for the kill. This is to be expected. She is an animal. I
can play with her, rough house with her, push her, run from her and she loves and
respects me enough to never even think of attacking me. She has proven that loyalty
for many years, but there in the bushes is dinner and she still recognizes
We often hear people say wild animals are unpredictable. Im amused by this
comment because it seems to me we would not consider them unpredictable if we
didnt have such an overwhelming desire to personify them as furry human
They are wild animals. And Ill declare that Im not putting my hand on
any animal wild or domesticated if Im not certain that I have a long standing
rapport with that animal. Even your best domesticated friend can bite out of pain.
That is not unpredictable. What is unpredictable is a human putting their hand into
the mouth or within the safe boundaries of the animal. We are the wild cards. We
make mistakes. We live on this planet and assume we can control everything within
our fingertips and have the rights to do so.
We are in control. We are out of control.
Do you say what you mean? Humans justify their existence based on their wants and
desires not needs anymore. I will do this for you if you will give me that which I
desire. I wont do this for you unless you do this for me.
Animals relate on a totally different level. You do this for me I will do this for
you. You can count on it. Dont think of messing with me; keep your boundaries
and all goes well. I like you. You like me. Lets get together.
Responsibilities come without question. Food, water, shelter, play, protection and
family. There it is in a nutshell. It may not always seem balanced, but wild
animals work together in flocks or herds or packs for each member, themselves and
the preservation of the species. They are wild animals.
Who are we? Are we so different? I worry about our civilization. Im
We will not survive as a species without all other species. We are a circle. Will
you do all those things that make our future better for others or will you lay
there in you bed and wield your will about blaming the plight of the world on
others instead of accepting your own path and responsibility for the children of
You are in control. We are out of control.
Karen can be reached at MyMuddyPawsStudio@gmail.com.