
Sometimes Gabby has cultivated a softer heart within me when that goal has seemed more difficult to obtain with human interaction.
Usually, when someone is unable to feel shame or guilt or a pricked conscience, it can be an indicator of unhealthy degrees of narcissism.
Of course, there are still some that seem routinely to unite integrity, kindness, and a peaceful conscience in their own deepest self. They are a glorious rarity, and I admit to weaknesses in my ability to notice them. It’s a matter worth taking up more energetically than I have heretofore. In any case…
Gabby lacks any hint of narcissism. She exhibits the best of both worlds: Her animal (wolfish? narcissistic?) instincts are certainly present, but they never seem to make her a blindly self-righteous, entitled user. Outside of those rare occasions when she needs to be firm toward another canine regarding a legitimate personal boundary, she remains truly loving, devoted, teachable, and soft hearted.
I have finally arrived at my main point:
There are times when she truly does go beyond a fair standard of behavior that has been well established in our home: grabbing someone’s food out of their hand, running into a traffic area when she is being called back from danger, laying for the hundredth time on my wife’s clean sheets after a few hours in the woods, and other common dog at home stuff.
And displeasure gets expressed in such cases, sometimes — rarely, as when a frightened child is present — even with a swat to emphasize the point. With varying intensity, she demonstrates her awareness that there is a problem: a squeal, a bit of cowering, a look of bewilderment at a human concern about something so dog-natural, a brief escape into privacy, etc.
But Gabby never demonstrates any shame or guilt or being dignity-compromised. What she does seem very aware of is the fact that there is a break in the bond she enjoys with her senior partner (me) 98% of the time. A link has been severed, a happy peace has been sullied, she has been reminded that there is still a serpent in her Garden of Eden. Rather than messing it all up with the manipulative game-playing, the self-defensive evasions and recriminations that accompany marred human nature, she faces head-on the challenge that matters most: the crack in a relationship.
I think that truly Good think she seems to be exhibiting could be, for me, all the explanation I need for why God created a world and a humanity that could allow for great troubles. “A crack in the relationship.” An opporunity to take a relationship deeper than it could otherwise have been. The best possible occsasion for sorrow, humility, wonder, forgiveness, an awareness of legitimate boundaries, and then.. a deeper loyalty, with a little more joy added.
No running into the jungle to cover up with leaves and hide from the giver of all goodness. No shame with excuses, easy dismissal of a revealing light, blame of someone else for causing the problem, minutes or hours or days or years of seething resentment beneath the surface of conventional awareness. No. Just a crack in the relationship, now healing or healed and making the next affectionate hug all the more wonderful.
I’m being silly though, right? Giving all this credit to a mere pet dog. Do you think it would be more appropriate for me to take credit? No. I didn’t think so.
Blessings. And work at being vulnerable when the blessings come. Invulnerability is a cancer much worse than cancer.

