Still, I’d
like to know why Momo would leave in the first place. For quite intentionally I
had been a very, very understanding owner; I wasn’t like overprotective and
controlling as the neighbors were to their own dog, Isis. I gave my dog more
space and respect than Isis or any other dog in the neighborhood could ever wish
for. I never even treated him like a pet dog, never cuddled him to the extent
of shaming his manhood. Or neither did I put on his neck the forbidden leash.
He had carte blanche, as Nana would say; absolute freedom from his duties of
being a pet, a protector and a best friend. I also didn’t starve him, if I
might add. All I asked was that he comes home as soon as it was fully dark – 8,
or 9pm at the most.
Less
important of the two reasons, is that I was a little bit inadequate in keeping
his waywardness in check. You see, Momo’s been gone many times through the wee
hours, but many times he’d come back before the first light of dawn. And since
he always did remember home, I wasn’t too strict. A little abandon won’t kill;
and by the way, I myself wouldn’t like to be restricted and deprived of
adventures.
However, in that, lies the second, more important of the two reasons
that I think it’s my fault: I treated Momo the way I wanted to be treated.
Free, loose, with no inhibitions. To save myself the guilt of being
hypocritical I had to be patient and understanding. But now he's gone, either
dead or taken. And I wonder if this is a lesson for the two of us.
“FOR THOSE WHOM THE LORD LOVES HE DISCIPLINES…” – Hebrews 12:6
*Photo courtsey of Curiousphotos.blogspot.com
Maybe Momo will realise his mistakes, learn his lessons, regret his previous actions n trace his way back home, piece evokes the thoughts of d Biblical parable of The Prodigal Son in me.
ReplyDeleteTruly, some discipline doesn't mean U love them any less, I actually think U love them more n yeah, witty piece there, Bro.