Years ago I created this blog to accompany kindness quotes I shared on cards I distributed with my two previous dogs’ images on them: Puzo and Bella. After Bella’s death last year, my process of giving away the cards has minimized and I admit I am running out of the hundreds of cards I had purchased. It’s been awhile I have written, with an additional move, new job, and now new dog.
Meet Lullaby.
Lullaby is a five year old Frug (french bulldog /pug mix), who I got as a rescue from Legacy of Love in Ventura. She is believed to be 5, but exerts puppy energy. Her story is like many other french bulldog mamas. What we know is she was used for breeding, and was brought to the shelter for an emergency c-section. All puppies died, and her owners abandoned her due to the high vet bill. Although they made money off of her breeding, they couldn’t pay for her necessary surgery. After one week of healing in the shelter, she was brought to the rescue, and the following week I adopted her.
Lullaby was the name the rescue gave her, but I opted to keep it. There was a preciousness to this word, a gentle song sung to children as they sleep. And she is living into the essence of the word.
Despite the tragedies and trauma she experienced, she seems to be the most joyful soul. She greets everyone with exuberance, love, and curiosity. It doesn’t matter if they are a fellow dog or human, she wants to say hello with a booty shake and excited energy. She still doesn’t understand that not everyone wants to say hello. My friend Isabella nicknamed her Kimmy Schmidt, from the the Netflix show Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. This lead character also went through tragedy, but had a persistent smile , curiosity to the world, and an extraordinary amount of resilience.
Our two months together have been a journey, and I learn more about her on a daily basis. The first several days, she would lay her head on my hip or nuzzle her nose by my neck. It was as if she held me in place, not wanting me to leave. With time, she slowly gained independence. My friend Lisa encouraged me to do a ritual of healing from the traumas for Lullaby shortly after I got her, which intentionally coincided with Mother’s Day. Lullaby has had several seizures in these two months, and is now on medication. I look at her, unaware of what she has gone through but in awe of the happiness she exudes with every walk she takes. For those that are dog people, I notice they smile on the street as she walks by, ask to pet her, and give her blessings for this next part of her life.
She reminds me we always have a choice in how we want to engage with the world. We don’t have to be victims of our circumstances. In the midst of suffering, we can find glimmers of joy, and capacity to share kindness.
I hope one day you have the opportunity to meet Lullaby. Or perhaps you have your own furry friend who reminds you to be present and kind.
It Only Takes A Smile 