Wiley's Wisdom

Joy: From the Ground Up

On Leather Belts and Baseball Bats July 17, 2014

It’s time to come clean about something. I have this thing with baseball bats. Mom and dad noticed it for the first time last year when dad started playing in a weekly softball league through our local recreation department. He would practice his swings and I would bark. It probably doesn’t sound like much, but for a dog who (literally) only barks at other animals when I see them on the television, this is a big deal. He would swing and I would bark. Coy Wiley

While my bark is certainly larger than my bite, I will be honest. I have my reasons. The man with the leather belt that causes me to run in fear at the sight of leather to this day (even though I know my dad would never hurt me) also liked to play baseball. He had a collection of bats, and one time when he was really (really) drunken, he whacked me with one of them. Or maybe two. I’ve tried very hard to push this out of my mind, but that’s the thing about cause and effect. Sometimes the cause has an effect whether we like it or not.

For me, that means I (to this day) fear leather belts and baseball bats. I know it’s funny, since I know in my heart no one in my current life would ever even consider the possibility of hurting me like that. But sadly that doesn’t erase the past. I see him, the man with the leather belt, with the baseball bat and I cringe inside. It doesn’t matter who might be swinging the bat, I simply can’t stand it.

So tonight when mom took dear baby Carter to dad’s softball game, I was relieved to be left behind. That never happens, mind you. I always (and I mean always) want to go wherever my people are going. Not tonight. Tonight I was happy to stay put, alone with my thoughts and reflections. It’s not such a bad thing to do from time to time, regardless of the reason.

For me, it was a reminder that everyone needs some time to reflect every now and then. Joy. From the ground up, it happens when life brings reality to moments, good or bad. In my case, I’ve learned from the unfortunate events of the past to embrace the exciting possibilities of the future. I’m no fortune teller, but I know there is fun in store.

 

5 Responses to “On Leather Belts and Baseball Bats”

  1. JackieP Says:

    I hope that other man never owns another animal!

  2. kiwiskan Says:

    know what you mean – I have some bad memories that come out when people start shouting…

  3. Leatherbelts and baseball bats can leave footprints on the soul of a doggy, that’s sad but true. I hope someone put the belt and the bat of this guy out of operation and he never will torment peeps or pets.

  4. I totally get it about the bats. Mom thinks (fears) that’s why I turn to stone when the guys at the playing field kick their soccer balls around. The sound of the kicking terrifies me. Sometimes we go the other way. Sometimes Mom carries me past the sound. Either way I know that now I’ll always be safe and loved.

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

  5. Hearing about that man makes me so mad!! Because you are just so amazing, there is a little something on my blog for you! You’ve got it, but your name could not be left off my list so enjoy it a second time on me!!


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