Power-filled Postive Thinking-Chapter 8A—Chosen-HOW AMAZING IS THAT!!
It was late November and there were multiple houses in my neighborhood being broken into. What was a formerly good neighborhood had suddenly begun to be unsafe. Mom was away in rehab and would be for another month or two. The house was left alone for the long hours that I worked and besides I realized that when mom did come home; I needed to find a way to keep her safe. I had put in a full alarm system; yet, thought perhaps a large guard dog would help. After reviewing a website that had rescue dogs, I had come upon the picture and story of Jason. He was a Rottweiler/hound mix who was a little older than the other dogs; yet, he caught my eye. When I arrived at the shelter, the workers began to try to convince me to take another younger dog. They said Jason did not do well with other dogs and in fact had been returned from every foster home they had placed him. Currently, Jason was living in a crate. After I saw several other dogs paraded for me to see, I insisted on seeing Jason. They locked up all the other dogs and came out then with Jason. His face was scarred and there seemed sadness about him as he anxiously looked at me. He responded quickly to the slightest touch of my hand with eager anticipation, a yearning look in his eyes. Then I announced, “I choose Jason.” Over the course of the next several months, Jason changed. He had pulled me harshly as we walked; but, even when he pulled me down—I never let go. Then, as though he realized that it was love that made me hold tight and he quit pulling against me on the walks. With a sigh because it was late and I was exhausted, he watched as I had cleaned up the trash he had thrown all over the kitchen floor; then, he never again went through the trash cans. He slept on the dining room rug under the table just outside my bedroom door as though keeping guard to protect my room—his eyes always fixed on my door. My house did get broken into two years later and Jason ran the burglars off. Six months after that invasion, Jason died. A dog with so many scars, unwanted and abandoned had become the best dog I had ever seen or known because I had chosen him.
