I was thinking yesterday about the story I see online every couple years, the one that talks about how the wolf you feed is the one that wins.
It occurred to me that my brain is like two dogs, not two wolves. If you’ve ever met a dog that was mistreated when it was younger, you’ll be able to picture what I mean when I talk about the poor thing cowering, wanting only to be liked.
And then you have the dog that was loved and played with its whole life. It leaps around, never questioning its place in the world.
My brain has been the cowering dog, and as with any animal you’ve rescued, transforming a fearful animal into a happy (or happier) animal is a matter of small steps and constant care.
The maltreated dog may never be as buoyant and joyful as a dog that has been loved and cared for its whole life, but if it’s treated well, it may get to be a very happy dog, indeed.
I hope it doesn’t need to be said, but you can’t help the beaten dog by beating on it more!