It started with a stick.
I was sitting here watching a video online and began to hear my son yelling. When it registered it was a call in need, I jumped up and ran to the door. Our two dogs were fighting. Again. When these two fight it gets vicious fast. This is the first fight that has happened in months, and they were determined to not back down. And there was my son, right in the middle of it all.
Molly is wearing her ecollar, Bella was not. No matter how many times I hit the button on the controller it wasn’t making a difference. Nothing my son was doing was working. They were dead set on fighting this one out. My son finally managed to grab Bella’s tale and worked the battle around to where I could grab Molly by the tail. working together we managed to pull them apart without either of us getting bit in the process.
Finally managing to separate them, I dragged Molly backward into the house while my son held onto Bella. Once Molly was shut up in this room I could check on Bella as Bella is older. Her only visible injury is a slight gash on one ear. I haven’t seen a visible injury yet on Molly but I’m still a bit upset with her at the moment.
If you have seen any of the photos of my dogs you will know that they are both close in size and weight. Both weighing in around sixty pounds, Molly just a hair taller than Bella, but Molly is years younger. Bella though does have that undercoat making her fluffier and more difficult for Molly to injure badly.
The dogs are now in different rooms of the house. Bella in my bedroom and Molly in here. Molly knows she is in trouble, she keeps looking at me with that ‘but what did I do?’ expression, or maybe its’ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be mean’. Either way, they are in a time out to fully calm down.
I asked my son what happened. What brought on such a battle after so long a time of peace and getting along? He threw a stick. Bella loves to chase sticks and will chase them until the moment she simply can’t run anymore. Molly prefers a ball. For what ever reason, when he threw the stick and Bella went after it, Molly went after Bella. Did Molly not want Bella to have the stick? Did Molly think that Bella was bothering something that wasn’t hers to go after? I could ask a zillion questions and still have no answers. All I know is my two dogs were at war with each other.
Sounds a little familiar.
Two countries line up along a border, posturing and threatening. Groups of individual face off. One believes this, the other believes that. You can feel the tension in the air, vibrating around you, waiting. There are rumblings that grow louder, discussions, arguments. Someone must be right, someone must have power. someone wants control.
Shots fired and hell begins. Because someone threw a stick.
No matter how good we are. No matter how calm and rational we are. At some point, we have been guilty to some degree in either throwing a stick, or reacting to the throw.
We can as individuals, once we realize what we are doing or have done, can seek to repair any damage done. We can stop any actions we are in the middle of doing and apologize. Acknowledging the error of our ways. If it is in the past, and we know that the wounds created have not healed, we can seek ways to ask forgiveness. We can seek ways, to repair and rebuild. We can understand what we have done or may actually be doing, and learn to stop our actions and take a different, better, higher road.
We have seen the damages done, when one group feels empowered. The destruction that can be created, the havoc and chaos that is left in their wake. Nothing good comes of that. Someone, somewhere, may feel a rush of power, but when the smoke lifts and the dust settles, when that last brick falls, no one really wins. A lot of innocent people though, do lose. Because someone felt they needed to make a point, and they threw a stick.
Am I saying not to stand up against wrongs? Of course not. To stand up against injustice is important. To stand up against wrongs is essential. To speak against ignorance is needed. But it can and should be done in a manner that heals, that teaches, that builds up rather than destroys. If we stand in love, peace, maturity and knowledge, we can accomplish much. We may not always prevent the fight, but we can make them more rare. And no one has to throw a stick.