I have 2 dogs. Pops is my 5 year old english bulldog and Sophie is my 2 year old briard. They couldn't be more different. Pops is short, fat, snores like a grown man, he drools, farts and makes me laugh all day long. Sophie looks like a giant teddy bear. She has lots of hair that I have to brush regularly so that it doesn't mat. She's goofy, energetic and if I don't take her on a long walk she follows me around from room to room until I do. She also happens to be a fierce guard dog. I love them both. Really love them. As my mom says they're my four legged children.
This is Pops my English Bulldog.
Pops and Sophie napping. Sophie sleeps with one eye open. Lol.
When I read Michael Vick's apology letter yesterday, I had mixed emotions. At first I was angry. I had visions of the news reports over a year ago and what he had done to all those dogs. On the other hand, I wanted to believe that he was really sincere, that he's a changed man, and I was actually happy that he's back at work.
This morning as I was finishing my meditation (thanks Russ). It occurred to me that forgiveness is not for the person who is being forgiven. Its for the person doing the forgiving. We forgive so that we can release the burden of negativity that we hold toward the other person. And it is not our place to judge another man. When you forgive you are giving a gift to yourself. And so I forgive Michael Vick... Not for him but for me...
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