Pixie was one third into her training but was already feeling the fur on her back raising with a pleasant pull. The blood in her body tingled with the sweetest tiny tremors and her eyes started sparkling with a newly-found vigor. It was something she has never felt before.
Those wise healing words pierced through the core of her being and touched at the softest tissue inside. Even for a dog for whom love comes naturally, Pixie was astounded by Marshall’s acumen. His therapeutic words made her stop in her tracks. She was full of love but young and inexperienced. And she never had a guide, a mentor, or someone pointing the right way forward without all those painful learning from her own mistakes.
“I wonder if Daniel and Charlene had such a person in their lives… I wonder if someone taught them how to love themselves, appreciate the moment, and love another without expectations and calculations. Heck, I am just trying to make sense of it all myself and I am a dog! As Marshall says, we know better. If dogs can be so far back in the lessons in love, how far back are humans?”
Pixie was having this self-talk as she began to understand that there is so much in life she doesn’t know anything about. And that she was lucky to have met Isaac and got on Marshall’s team. Her heart started filling with warmth, kindness, and compassion unfamiliar to the times spent leading her pack.
She started gaining a new appreciation of life. People seemed less scary. Her fear was diminishing as she started to understand then better. The only problem was, will they be able to reciprocate? Will they learn tough love lessons in so little time? Can Isaac and her inhabit Daniel and Charlene in a single night and consider the job done? Her doubts went up as she asked the old wise pug:
“Can we get this finished in just one night, Marshall? It seems very unlikely. I have a feeling the damage done to these two has taken many years. It can’t be solved with quick-fix solutions, can it? It just looks impossible!,” Pixie shared her concerns loudly.
“Indeed, Pixie. You are partially right. Yet, I’ve seen instant transformations with people we have inhabited in the past.”
“There was this drug addict who went into a withdrawal crisis and beat his own mother so hard that she ended up in intensive care. I think his name was Jay or at least that what people used to call him. It was short of something – Jordan, or James, maybe. He almost died that same night because he took a large dose afterwards and went fully unconscious. 911 arrived at the last minute and put him in intensive care, just a few rooms across from his mom.”
“Fortunately enough, Jay had a colleague with a freshly adopted husky – Simon, who spent some time on our team.”
“Did his colleague call 911?”, Pixie’s curiosity was growing.
“Yes. Simon decided to make Mark his forever mate (that was the name of the colleague and adoption guy) and found himself on the hospital bed together with him when they went to visit Jay. Jay was already on the brink of desperation, his life losing all sense or meaning due to the low he managed to get to – how could he do that, he thought? How did he ever come to that point to hurt people that love him the most so badly?
“Amidst the worst of his torment, Simon hopped on his bed and licked his face. Then he howled with that famous ancient husky howl that sounds like it had traveled through time and space and will go on to reverberate in eternity.”
“The sound of that howl made Jay break into tears. He wept for two nights without a pause. It was terrible. He had intravenous support but the withdrawal symptoms started to kick in hard. His pain went from the usual hardness he knew to unbearable physical and emotional pain he had never faced before.”
“Guilt and awakened conscience took their toil and he felt worthless. He called himself a piece of shit so many times those two nights.”
“Did he get better eventually?”, Pixie was growing fond of Jay already, her natural canine compassion revealing itself.
“Be patient, Pixie! Mark noticed Simon’s impact on Jay’s well-being and decided to break hospital rules. He sneaked into the room during the night and left Simon through the night to stand by Jay’s side” smiled the pug.
“What about security, Marshall? Didn’t they kick the dog out or press charges against the irresponsible owner? Or did Simon have some therapy dog license?”
“Nope. Simon wasn’t a therapy dog. But Mark was clever. He did this when security wasn’t watching. They didn’t give dogs visitor badges, so no one knew that the dog sleeps by Jay’s side each night calming him as he was suffering. Simon was very quiet when he wanted to help people. He didn’t make a sound, just calmly slept next to Jay’s feet and licked his arm when Jay would start panicking. Mark came back in the mornings and took the dog out. So, all went smoothly.
“It only took 48 hours and a husky full of love for Jay to change his ways. This was a rare case, Pixie, but it happens. Generally speaking, you are right – it takes longer for love to penetrate and complete a deep healing cycle for people to be able to wholeheartedly love themselves and others. Some never do”, sadly mentioned Marshall.
“This is the perfect moment to talk about principle number five: love takes time. Simple, but very powerful words for people who are used to instant gratification, including Charlene, who loses herself into another, and Daniel with his almost predatory attitude, who thinks the world exists to serve him,” concluded Marshall.
“Goodness me, we will never get this done if I continue with the storytelling. Let’s not digress and come back to the task at hand. Deep healing is not what we are doing tonight. We are just doing the initiation. The rest of principle number five will take a little longer,” said Marshall.
“Don’t stop your stories, Marshall! I love them!”, exclaimed Pixie. “Each contains precious gems of wisdom. I learn a lot from them. But I agree, let’s continue with the principles. What’s next?”