She’s not well-known, but she is well liked by those who do know her. Her tiny stature is deceptive. She has a lion’s courage and her disposition is so very sweet. She doesn’t ask for much…a kind word now and then; an occasional hug, a rib bone – raw, please, baby back if you have it.
A couple of years ago, she was attacked by a mastiff. We were so scared by her injuries – large puncture wounds on her back. Today she doesn’t walk well, stumbles frequently and can’t make it up the steps as well as she would otherwise, and though she may be slowed by these inconveniences, she’s not deterred. That’s what made me think of posting about her this morning.
I watched her today hobbling along in the garden near the roses. Her face is so serene. When I call her name she looks at me with anticipation, complete trust, no fear. The giant dogs next door can bark the roof off the house but she isn’t moved by them or haunted with memories of her attack. I, on the other hand, am terrified they’ll knock the fence down!
Not Chula. She continues her walk in serenity, ambling along with her awkward gait. She refuses to allow her life to be determined by her injuries. She won’t be intimidated by those mightier than she is. At 5 pounds, she’s definitely not the largest dog on the block. She’s not the loudest. But, her determination and her refusal to be cowed brings me great joy and inspiration. She strolls the fence line calmly, while on the opposite side creatures 20 times her size howl and bark.
Chula is one of God’s best things. Why should I fear anything when I have her at my side?