The first rug came in winter, as the dogs were less inclined to sleep in the living room floor, excepting the dog beds; but were happy to tread to the carpeted areas in the office and bedroom.
A hall runner appeared when the Rocket Dog (named “Comet” with good reason) could crash into the ancient one, and knock him sideways with minimal traction.
A third carpet popped in as Watson’s arthritis became more painful, and his efforts to stand up became more laboured – and a little extra grip made a lot of difference.
Thus, the dogs meander more, there are fewer falls, and they continue the happy practice of being in whatever room the human occupies.
The rugs aren’t good quality; they aren’t even matching. While somewhat beige, they are different shags, weaves, shapes, even colour. The hardwood is mostly hidden; and it’s not pretty.
But it’s wonderful: because it makes life just a little bit easier and a little bit more comfortable for the dogs.
They serve a purpose: to make life a little bit better. So it’s entirely worth it.
For the house, it’s rugs; but in other areas of life, what small adjustments might be made to improve the quality of life for someone else? Can we donate to a local Food Bank, or support a local refugee resettlement cause? Can we pause in our busy-ness to have the same conversation we have with our forgetful neighbour, giving them the dignity of a chat that they are having for the first time? Can we contribute to a community clean-up, demonstrating our commitment to all that our Creator God loved into being?
Can we live our faith in ways that are meant to be supportive and helpful?
It doesn’t take much, but it can mean a lot. And in our efforts, the world might become a kinder, gentler place: a place where the important things aren’t just what looks lovely, but what makes the most impact on the ones who are there.
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