My Dog Always Know What’s going on
he other day I was watching a TV show about the seven deadly sins. I am such a terrible Catholic, I didn’t even realize that anger was one of them sins. I wonder why anger would be a sin, it just didn’t make any sense. People are angry all the time and so what.
I have a God given gift of always being mellow, so anger is not one of my usual sins. Being angry is not part of my usual problems but yesterday I got really mad and angry at my dog. So mad it triggered a cascade of reflections on anger and other things; in other words I got right down depressed about it. So let me share this with you because I know you are also a sinner.
I happen to have a pug and he is very spoiled; I have only myself to blame. I give him bacon, cheese and pork ribs and he loves it, and of course he is one of the luckiest dogs in town. Pugs are gourmet dogs and absolutely obsessed with eating. It is simply impossible not to spoiled these gentle and silly creatures. But Chico has a evil side few people know. When no one is watching he consistently pees on the Christmas tree. I don’t know why this passion to pee on the Christmas tree. I don’t know what this is all about.
He did it several times and he does it every Christmas and than he did it again. I have tried many times in vain to make him stop but he does it every time. He does it to defy me, one day I lost it. I became super angry at him. I was so angry I was scared of myself. Chico wasn’t scared, he is fearless or there’s a suicidal tendency there; I can’t tell. I chased him around the house and threw him outside, he looked at me with a face of “what happened what did I do wrong”?
So the adrenaline kicked in and I was pumped with it. The telephone rang and I picked up the phone angrily and said the most unwelcoming hello to whoever jerk was calling me. It was the telemarketing and I sent them immediately to hell. Then I went on to send everything else to hell and I bitched about everything, one thing after the other. At the end of the day I was a pile of misery. As my adrenaline came down I calmed down. I meditated, came to my baseline. I dropped as I realized how silly it was being angry at the dog and at the world.
I could finally see that my anger was a toxic brew and contaminated everything I touched. My mind was the worst victim. The anger made me switch from a quiet and stable mind to one that is highly volatile and unstable. My judgment cluttered by absurd destructive thoughts. I remember the TV show. I reflected on the sinfulness of anger. Yes, anger is a sin because it is so destructive to us, the others and even our entire planet. Anger is a thing of the ego. Christ was a good teacher like all great teachers are good teachers.
Anger has a life of its own and begin to take over your head the minute you walk into the anger space. Usually it’s always about us and our ego needs and never about the object of our anger. When I look at my dog and I’m not angry he is just a little creature with limited comprehension about our world but when I see through the lens of madness he becomes an evil monster with mean intentions plotting to irritate me. At the end of the day I thanked Chico for being my teacher on anger issues. We’re OK now. Is anger an issue for you?
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