Riding my bike home this evening I saw a man running with a three-legged dog. It was easy to tell the dog was happy: tail wagging, head high, and tongue hanging. In fact, it appeared the dog was having the time of its life. “Oh boy, my favorite thing!” Why not, it was a beautiful evening in Missoula and this dog was on a run with his best friend.
The dog didn’t know you can’t run with a missing limb. The dog didn’t know other people felt bad for him. The dog didn’t know its run looked awkward. The dog didn’t know what it was missing. The dog was making the most of the gifts given to him, even if they were one leg short.
I loved watching this dog run. I think we should look at life’s challenges like a three-legged dog.