Today I met a German Shepherd named Sasha outside Starbucks. Her human came over and said, ‘Watch this - who’s a good girl?’ And Sasha responded, 'Aroo-ooo-ooo!’ Which was of course adorable.
He told me that she was a rescue, and that she had spent her first two years living in a crate. When he got her she was overweight, anxious, and in bad shape.
'I taught her that to sort of, you know - give her her voice back,’ he said. 'I would ask and she would answer, and she would see that it made people smile, and it makes her happy.’
So anyway, this man took this abused animal and in addition to getting her healthy, feeding her, walking her, and all the normal stuff - it was important to him that she have her *voice back*. It’s like - he wanted his dog friend to feel strong and safe and valid.
I can’t stop thinking about those two. My heart is so full of them.