Getting tired of this title? WOOF!
Well, perhaps I can finally use this quote closer to its meaning.
We went to the Unitarian Universalists Congregation this morning. We have been one other time, about a month ago, and were really moved by the service. It was on the 150th anniversary of the Civil War: not blue, not gray, but a musical tribute to all who suffered and died. Perhaps only the UUs could walk this path between the North and the South. And it wasn’t about Slavery, either. It was about humanity embroiled in a conflict that is still shaking our nation today.
But this morning was of a very different theme. I didn’t check, because I wasn’t sure we were going to make it. Both husband and I were snarly the day before, and putting aside our insults and hurt feelings was almost asking too much: it seemed a lot of effort to go and sit amongst strangers.
We are glad we made the effort. It was the annual “Blessing of the Animals” service and the place was full of dogs, cats, a Japanese fighting fish in a tupperware bowl, and a rooster.
Music holds a lot of weight with the UUs, and this service was no exception. “Puff The Magic Dragon”, “Waltzing With Bears”, “Home On The Range”, “I Wanna be a Dog”, “Spirit of Life” and “All Creatures of the Earth and Sky” pretty much rounded out the musical offering.
Actually, it was a LOT of fun, and really very moving. I think it took suspending the ego for many of us: “Waltzing With Bears” was hilarious and “Home On the Range”, projected on a large screen overhead brought both us to tears. Ok, it brought me to tears, the Great Stone Face doesn’t cry much (any) in public. The lyrics are tender and moving, something we forget about this song, yet there on the screen, with a background of incredible Western beauty, well, it was something that stirred us both.
There were fewer cats there than I would have liked, and those there crated, poor pussies. Some dogs howled during certain songs, especially on the refrains, and the Rooster?…well, he crowed in all the right places. I thought maybe someone had a very good recording of a rooster and were playing tricks, but I was assured by the lovely woman next to me “the rooster was here for the blessing last year.”
There were no dog fights, just a few overly friendly attempts to make friends, and a couple of half-hearted snarls. Watching the dogs was a treat. A young German Shepherd was the model of discipline, sitting or asleep quietly at his owner’s feet, the numerous Standard Poodles– an elegant addition to the morning, the beagles, as beagles do, fell asleep, the Goldens looked happy, eager to please, the pugs looked…..bored. We were amazed how well behaved our canine (can’t say anything about the fish) friends were in such a potentially stressful environment.
We were thinking of what dog we could have brought (the cats are atheists). Gally, the big Shepherd/Hound mook at 80 lbs is well trained to sit and lie down, but this would have been too much temptation. Merlin, the mostly- Golden, is fiercely protective and growls and might snap. Laddie the almost- cocker is totally deaf, so he has this piercing bark: He would start a riot with his alarm. We realized the only dog we could have brought was our Sparky, our English Field Spaniel, who died of cancer June 20th this year. He was a gentleman, such a good example of his rare and intelligent breed, but he was planted out in the front garden under an old boxwood. His loss to us, especially this morning, brought me to tears.
This is such a different entry…considering the last two other “The Peace…” offerings…but this morning the Blessing of the Animals went exactly where it should have gone: straight to our hearts, opening a pathway to memories and further compassion. I also got a good tip on a Standard Poodle breeder not far from our home. My husband is groaning, and puffing on his inhaler but there is no better balm to grief, (and my grief in losing Sparky so suddenly went deep) than another animal to wrap your arms around.
Of course some would call me a hoarder: 12 (kittens, thrown over the fence at various times) and then cats who have been with us for 15 years, they are not just cats…they are treasured members of our family. My dear husband’s nose hasn’t stopped dripping for 26 years but his shots are helping nicely here.
Today was a wonderful example of compassion, charity and love. Seeing the care people expressed with their animals, and seeing the pianist with his pug in his lap while he played, well, it was a lovely morning.
Even unto the least, which I guess would have been the goldfish in tupperware, the message was loud and clear. Extending our love to other species is natural and good: we aren’t the only ones who live on this Earth.
We are enjoined in love. Or should be.
Peace!
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