My Encounter with a Schizophrenic Dog
Of course the notion that a dog can be schizophrenic is absurd. At least any diagnosis of that sort is absurd.
I visit homes of strangers all the time in my public ministry. Almost invariably the unchained ones fall into two categories,
Most of the friendly ones I am happy to see. I enjoy petting them and having them escort me to meet their owner. There is an exception. I will sometimes encounter a small pack of pitbull puppies. Their little nubbins teeth can tear my sleeves or trouser legs, and the dogs wear me out in my effort to approach the door.
The scared dogs are a little more worrisome. Generally they are no problem and maintain their distance, tail dragging between their hind legs. I try to speak gently to them. But some of them may become so scared they will feel the need to defend themselves. Fortunately that is exceptionally rare. It's never happened to me, though I have been suspicious once or twice and exercised caution.
Bad dogs are almost never a problem for me. I can pretty much recognize the type and the quantity of them is almost a vanishing number.
So what about the schizophrenic dog? Well, a characteristic of schizophrenia is emotions inappropriate to the occasion.
I am older. I got out of a sliding-door van by myself. There was this huge, dirty pitbull dog. Its hackles raised, its snout pulled back, its teeth gleeming and opened slightly, and a distinctly menacing growl was provided for my benefit. It looked at me with evil eyes .
I very slowly crept along and, if memory serves me correctly, either was met by a person or left something to memorialize my visit.
Fool that I am, I decided to return the next week. THERE WAS THE DOG!
It was ecstatic to see me and wanted to play.
Forgive and forget, I say! Even a schizophrenic dog deserves a second chance.
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