Vulnerability

One of the ways that Ozma changed me was to make me more vulnerable. Well, to make Kathy and I more vulnerable. Apparently, the other day there was a news story, a CNN story, about a dog that left outside in the Midwestern states. His owners had left them outside for something like 12 hours, and his coat had frozen to the ground. Kathy started crying over this, unable to face the thought of the dog being left so neglected, so unloved, that someone would let it freeze to the ground.

I too find myself more vulnerable, but more in interpersonal or interspecies interactions. That is to say, I more vulnerable I'm actually talking to a dog, or when I see a dog than I am to the idea of a dog. This means it's hard for me to go to the library, because the homeless man who hang out there sometimes that their dogs outside. The dogs are attentive, patient, and don't usually suffer. If anything, they suffer boredom. However, once the while it will be raining and the wind will be blowing. The day is simply chilly. On those days, the dogs look from person to person, longing for someone to take them, to be with them, to welcome them back to the pack. That's when I feel vulnerable.
Greg