For those of you that know me personally, you know that my husband and I have two little toy poodles that we love very much, Lola and Sophie. They are sisters, from the same litter, and have never been apart. Yet, like most siblings, are very different.
Sophie, (below), our strawberry blonde, on the other hand, was the smallest of the litter and is quite tiny, much smaller than Lola. But, with a BIG personality. She’s very feisty, talks a lot and has a lot of energy. She’s never still for very long unless she is exhausted (which means she’s asleep, lol).
We have two crates that we keep open for them filled with blankets. They do have a cushiony bed to sleep on, but often like to be cozy in the crates. We call the crates “the little house” and “the big house” because, well, one is bigger and one is smaller.
Lola, being taller and bigger than Sophie, could easily jump onto the top of both the little house and the big house without a problem. But Sophie, she could only jump onto the shorter, little house. Her legs are just too short to propel her up that high. But, that didn’t deter her. Every day for about 3 months, Sophie would put her hands as close to the top of the big house as she could and try to pull herself up. Sometimes I would pick her up and put her on the top, but most of the time I would just encourage her to try.
“You can do it, Sophie! Go, Sophie!”
And then one day I came home from work and found Sophie standing on top of the big house. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She looked so proud of herself. I called my husband in and we both made a big fuss.
“What a BIG girl you are, Sophie! You’re so Smart, Sophie! ”
We clapped and did a little jig and made a big to-do about it. Sophie preened. And, thereafter, each time Sophie pulled herself up onto the top of the big house, I reinforced her triumph with more celebration. I felt SO proud of her!
Sophie never gave up. It took her 3 months, but she kept trying every day, day after day after day, until she could pull herself onto the top of the big house. She wouldn’t allow the fact that she hadn’t gotten to the top before stop her from giving it her best each and every time she tried. Sophie refused to quit.
Why am I writing this?
Whenever circumstances don’t work out the way I would like, instead of beating myself up like I used to, I think, Sophie never gave up. She kept trying until she could stand on top of the big house all by herself. Whenever I get discouraged, thinking of Sophie uplifts me and enables me to persevere and keep moving forward. How can I give up, when I have such an example of sheer determination? I cannot.
So, if you find yourself in a situation where you feel like it’s too much or why bother, and you feel like giving up, find someone in your life that inspires you to keep going.
And, if you can’t think of anyone, remember Sophie, my little 6 lb toy poodle who would never, ever, consider giving up.
In love, I am