When my sons were younger they had a favorite book. Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. For those of you who have never read it, and I still can’t believe people have not read it over 1,000 times as I have, it’s the story of a little boy named Alexander.
This little boy had everything wrong in his life from cereal to tennis shoes to not getting yelled at while at his dad’s office. And every time something went wrong he’d say he was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
My kids loved the book because they got to say that line over and over. A lot of things went wrong and kids like repetition. I liked the book because I often used it as a time to reflect on all that went right for each of them that day instead of focusing on the bad stuff.
It wasn’t until we got Coconut that I realized just how many pity parties I threw for myself after my wreck. Every day things weren’t the same as before and I could only see the bad. It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad time.
And then we got Coconut! Little by little, and, no, it didn’t happen overnight, this thirty-pound animal wiggled his way into my heart.
When I had a bad day, and I still do, as do we all, Coconut’s love made even the worst day so much better. The soft fur he let me rub over and over. The trusting brown eyes staring almost unblinkingly into mine as I told him about all my woes. His ability to just be.
I’m by nature a fixer. When I see a problem I want to fix it. But Coconut was able to help me to see that not all problems can be fixed or, if they can be, it’s not usually an overnight solution.
There are so many reasons to adopt a dog. We all want to love and be loved. And there is nothing like the love of your dog when you’ve gone through a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I think Alexander’s parents should have gotten him a dog. Don’t you?