This is not the life I would wish for any dog. ESPECIALLY MY DOGS!

I went to see the allergist today to discuss my test results. When we got further down the list of things I’m allergic to and Dog Dander came up, he said the same thing to me that another doctor had earlier this year.

“Have you considered finding another home for your dogs due to your allergies? or keeping them outside?”

Now, I’m gonna get REALLY personal here. I got my “monthly bill” yesterday. Most women that have gone through puberty get the “monthly bill” till menopause. So, those of you that know me exceptionally well… I can be all over the place while I “pay my bill”.

The look on my face must have been transparent to my thoughts… and I mean REALLY transparent as I was thinking some very ugly things at that moment about his intelligence.

Nasty, nasty, nasty mean thoughts… not being a compassionate person here.

It took me about three deep breaths to collect myself and be civil.

Me: “You are aware that I have PTSD as it’s in my chart, right?”

He types a bit. “Yes, it’s in your chart.”

Me: “And you’re aware why I developed PTSD?”

He types a bit more. “Yes, and I’m sorry.”

Me: “Ok, my dogs aren’t dogs.”

He looks at me quizzically. Me: “It’s not official… but they’re a part of my therapy, and they’re family, and, basically, they’re my best friends and my furry kids. You are asking for something I consider impossible, offensive, and counter-productive to my mental health.”

Doctor: “Well -“

Me: “I’m not finished. I understand that many view dogs as just pets for entertainment and pleasure just like an XBox is entertaining and pleasurable. I don’t know you. You don’t know me. But, my POV is that you’re asking me to put my children outside or give them away just because I cough and sneeze and wheeze which can be treated with medication.”

Yes, I know. Unnecessary. He pushed a very sensitive button that has a hair-trigger due to my “monthly bill”.

Doctor: (speechless with a look of “Oh, no… she’s going to lose it.”)

I didn’t lose it I wanted to. I wanted to rant and rave about how I stand firmly behind one of the greatest quotes ever said –

“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”

Do you know who said that?

Mahatma Gandhi. He’s one of my heroes for many, many, many reasons.

I felt as if this doctor had taken a piss on something precious.

But, then, I remembered he’s a doctor. His job is my health, and dog dander mildly irritates my respiratory health. However, I have inhalers and a nebulizer and brush the dogs outside and give them baths from time to time.

The benefit my dogs and I get from each other is immeasurable. We are a pack, and I’m not going to shun them just because some nitwit can’t recognize that there are perfectly sane people in this world that practice compassion to all beings.

I was tempted to give him the info to Diamond Way Buddhist and Meditation Center so he can, perhaps, develop a little more compassion.

But, if I had said what I was thinking and returned the insult… I wouldn’t have been practicing compassion myself.

While Buddhism does talk about attachment to people, animals, and material goods which hinders the path to enlightenment, it does say… not all things within Buddhism are right for the individual. It is a personal journey, and only you can know what is right for you.

So, what’s right for me? My Pack. My family. My friends that are family. Expressing love for others so that they know that I love them.

And, guess what, if you know me… and you’re reading this (and aren’t the douche-bag that did the thing you did that led to my developing PTSD)…

I love and appreciate you.

In the end, I’m just going do have to stay on top of keeping my home extremely clean and the dogs bathed and brushed more often.

As I was leaving the doctor’s office, I thought about what just happened and what I was feeling in that moment. Anger, confusion, irritation, and intolerance just because a doctor is trying to help me improve my health.

I drove home and calmed down.

When I opened my front door, there were my precious, allergen laden beasts which I pet and scratched without regard to my allergies.

There are more important things in life.

To me… Happiness, Love, Compassion, and being at Peace with your existence are at the very top of the list. My pack is great example of that.

And so are all of you.

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