Good evening to you, also, Knny913. Glad to read more from you.
Most of the actions that keep us sober and give us the good life are simple and easy... like the prayer and meditation, calling our sponsors, sponsoring others, being active in the Fellowship and helping others. And, it seems so hard to believe -- that I can slack up on one of the areas without even realizing that I'm doing it. For me, that's why structure and discipline are so important. Remembering, to wake up with a "to-do list" and doing the things on my list.
And, MichalF, congrats on your new dog!!! Is your dog black? My huge dog is a Black Lab. Weighs in at about 120 pounds of muscle and bone (not sure how many kilos that is).
They are such amazing dogs. He loves to run and jump and catch Frisbie's and balls in the air. (If they don't call it a "Frisbie" in Poland... it's a round, flat, plastic disk, about 12 inches in diameter).
Dog stories: When I was about six months sober, I was running my own business, and I felt that I was a pretty responsible adult.
But, as we learn... some of us learn... "feelings are not always based on facts."
And, I thought for sure... I must be responsible enough to get a dog! I'd bring the little dog with me to the office... and he'd bark and crap all over the place!
I was constantly being interrupted with him, and would have to have employees watch him for me so that I could get work done. It was a real nightmare! I suddenly realized "well. maybe my life is a bit unmanageable after all!"
Something as simple as having a dog... and I wasn't responsible enough or fit enough to do it! I gave the dog to my girlfriend (she took him in because I was trying to find a home for him) Funny thing though... he was actually a she.... but for some reason I always referred to her as him.
So, the girlfriend names the female dog "Bill"!
I asked her... "why are you so cruel to the dog and name her Bill?" She says to me "Who are you to judge me about dog cruelty? You can't even take care of a dog!"
I feel guilty about saying this... (I always felt guilty about it)... but, that little dog grew up to be the ugliest dog I had ever seen in my whole life!
Poor little thing. If my girlfriend hadn't taken her/him in... I probably couldn't have found anyone willing to take the dog!
The next time I got a dog... I was just about eight years sober... and I wasn't sure then, if I'd be responsible enough to take care of a dog! But, this little tiny stray anti-social puppy showed up on my porch. And, I fell in love with her at first glance! She took right to me and wouldn't let anyone else touch her.
It felt like she was my child... two outcast strays, me and her. I tried everything to be responsible and find her owner. Posters. Newspaper ads. Notifying the dog pound and humane society and more. I didn't want to give her up... but, I had learned to "do the right thing" even when I don't want to do it.
No one claimed her... and she became my little angel. That was about this time of year... in 1994. She's almost 15 years old now and in pretty good health! And, to me, she's still my baby. My puppy.
I was going through a very difficult time in my life when she showed up on my porch, on that winter morning. And, I have believed all along, that God sent her to me, because He knew that she was what I needed, and that I was what she needed. I've always referred to her as "she's actually God's dog... He's just allowing me to take care of her for Him".
She has taught me so much about life, spirituality, God, and responsibility. I call her my "Ala-Pup" (Al-Anon puppy), and my Co-Sponsor. She gets upset with me if I leave the house without her... unless it's to go to an AA meeting, or to go on a 12 Step call, or to spend time with another alkie taking them through the Steps. I don't know how she knows... I tell her, and she acts like "Well. That's okay then. Go help another one and then hurry home when your finished!"