The other day I had this brain flash, who makes me a better person? The reason for the brain flash was that I had been feeling and acting very cranky for several days. I needed to get out of this funk and malaise. It was so bad that chocolate didn’t even help! Then I thought, maybe I had to act better for those important people in my life so I could start feeling better.
Most of us strive to be ‘inner-directed’ people rather than ‘outer-directed’ people. That is, we believe our thoughts, words, and deeds are guided by our personal set of values, and we march to the tune of our own drummer, our conscience, rather than succumbing to the pressures of those around us, thus ‘outer-directed.’ In the words of our mothers, “If Jane jumped off the bridge would you jump too?” Who wants to be an outer-directed person? Not me, you say! Well, most of us do have some ‘outer directedness’ because “no man (or woman) is an island.”
The answer for me to the question, who makes me a better person, is many people do. The obvious ones are my daughters, Erin and Courtney. They are my life and best loves, so why wouldn’t I want to be the best mom, let alone the best person, they know? Then there are other family members whom I love and want them to think I am the best daughter, aunt, and sister I can be to them. Then there are my friends, Martha, Gina, Kathy, Rebecca, and Debbie whom I love and want them to think I am one of their best friends they can laugh and cry with and trust with their lives. Then there are my clients and readers whom I want to think that I am smart, ethical, and always have their best interests in mind.
But these are all humans, as am I. And because we are all humans, we are not perfect, and we all have our cranky days. And sometimes I may not be the best person for them when they need me to be, and they may not always be the best person for me when I need them to be. This is a simple and obvious life truth that a lot of us seem to have trouble understanding.
After thinking about the special people in my life I want to be a better person for, it struck me. The not-so-obvious choices about who makes me a better person are Blaze, Barney, and Daisy, my three dogs. Blaze is an almost 18-year-old Border Collie, Springer Spaniel mix my family adopted 17 years ago this Christmas. Abandoned in a downtown Houston parking garage during a particularly cold winter, she was rescued by a kind stranger and taken to a pet shelter. We adopted her through Citizens for Animal Protection in West Houston. She is still the best Christmas gift ever. Barney is a 13-year-old All American breed, mostly spare parts but all heart. We adopted him through Highland Lakes SPCA when he was about 18 months old. We were his third family, but most definitely his forever family. Then there is Daisy, a four and 1/2 year old yellow Labrador Retriever, a hand-me-down dog from my daughter, Erin.
Blaze belongs to Erin and Courtney; she just lives with me now. She was there to play with and protect the girls as all three of them grew up together. These days, Blaze loves to sleep where it is warmest and most comfortable for her arthritic legs. Barney is his own man and is so self-contained he prefers to be outside to alert me to all intruders: squirrels, opossums, deer, and any two-legged creatures. Still he does love hugs, head pats, and the knowledge I will always be there for him. But Daisy belongs to me or more correctly, I belong to her.
Until Daisy burst into my life four years ago last month, I had never had a dog that was truly mine. She suffered from separation anxiety as a puppy and would do things like eat Erin’s work clothes! So with Erin working many long hours at her first job out of college and already the owner of a smart and well-trained older yellow Lab, Daisy came to me with the intention of my finding her a new home. Daisy took one look at me, decided I was hers, and where I lived that would be her new home. With age and mostly with the help of a terrific trainer, Chuck, co-owner of Barkingham Palace in Marble Falls, Texas, Daisy has overcome her separation anxiety. Her love for me is pure. She only gets exasperated with me when we don’t play as long as she wants, and I don’t go to bed when she is ready to sleep. However, her exasperation is truly fleeting, and she happily adapts to any situation. She is my constant companion, and she takes great care of me.
How could these dogs not be included in the ones who make me a better person? Their love and companionship is constant and never failing. They don’t have bad days, cranky days, or ‘too busy to be bothered’ days. They are always available for hugging, playing, or just hanging out with me. They are never irritated with me or angry with me or hold a grudge against me. They always have a happy and loving disposition and in the case of Daisy, I will always be the one she loves the most. How can I not be kind and loving and always glad to see them in return? How can I be cranky and out-of-sorts for more than a few minutes with Blaze, Barney, and Daisy as my role models? Who makes you a better person?
So in the spirit of Thanksgiving and giving thanks for your many blessings, please don’t forget the four-legged members of your family. Wishing everyone a terrific holiday weekend laughing with and loving the ones who truly make you a better person.
Love to all and your loving pets!











