Our third Bloodhound’s home was Thousand Oaks in southern California, and her name was Shelby. Her owner’s home was repossessed and they were no longer able to keep her. Concerned neighbors took her in, but that didn’t last long. Shelby was passed off to a woman named Olivia who lived several hours north of Thousand Oaks. Olivia was temporarily sheltering dogs who were displaced due to home repos and military deployments. A neighborhood girl was also named Shelby. She had a reputation of being a bully, so Olivia’s daughters changed the Bloodhound’s name to Sadie. Alas, Olivia was unable to find a home for Sadie so she drove one hour north and relinquished Sadie to Woods Humane Society in San Luis Obispo. That’s where Sadie spent the next 40 days until we discovered and adopted her on July 3, 2010. Jon didn’t think the name Sadie suited her. My words to Jon—”If you allow us to adopt this Bloodhound, you can name her whatever you want.” Jon liked the name Annie.
When we found Annie, she was about 15 months old and had been passed around four times. Imagine how confusing that was for a young Bloodhound! She never forgot the insecurity and fear that stems from rejection and not putting down lasting roots. So when we found Emma at San Luis Obispo County Animal Services in January 2012, Annie wanted to make sure she felt welcome and secure in our home. Emma had been picked up as a stray in nearby Arroyo Grande at only seven weeks old. The day before we discovered her, Emma had been adopted by someone with a very big dog. The following day the adopter promptly returned Emma to Animal Services saying they were afraid their dog was going to kill Emma! Traumatic for a small puppy. When an Animal Services volunteer took Emma outside to meet Annie, 4½ pound Emma took one look at Annie and let out a blood curdling scream that sounded like a human who had just been terrorized. She was so afraid! Jon carried Emma to our car while I completed the adoption paperwork.
What happened next still amazes us. Jon was sitting in the front passenger seat with Emma in his lap, I was behind the wheel, and Annie was in the back seat. Annie instinctively put her long Bloodhound nose in-between the front seats, reached over and touched Emma’s nose with her nose. No scream. No panic. Just superb reassuring communication between a Bloodhound and an eight week old mixed-breed terrier. From that moment forward, Annie and Emma developed the most wonderful relationship imaginable.
I’ve been thinking about life changing instances recorded in the New Testament when Jesus touched people or they touched Him. Here are just a few (emphases mine). All quotations are from the New International Version (NIV).
In the New Testament book of Matthew in chapter 8:1–3:
When Jesus came down from the mountainside, large crowds followed Him. A man with leprosy came and knelt before Him and said, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.” Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” He said. “Be clean!” Immediately he was cleansed of his leprosy.
In Matthew chapter 8:14–15:
When Jesus came into Peter’s house, He saw Peter’s mother-in-law lying in bed with a fever. He touched her hand and the fever left her, and she got up and began to wait on Him.
Soon afterward, Jesus went to a town called Nain, and His disciples and a large crowd went along with Him. As He approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out—the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the town was with her. When the Lord saw her, His heart went out to her and He said, “Don’t cry.
Then He went up and touched the bier they were carrying him on, and the bearers stood still. He said, “Young man, I say to you, get up!” The dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother.
I John 1:1
That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked at and our hands have touched—this we proclaim concerning the Word of life.
So here we are in the midst of a viral pandemic of an unimaginable magnitude. We’ve gone through the drill over and over—stay at least six feet away from other people, don’t even think about touching anyone outside your immediate household, and for goodness’ sake, no hugs! And yet, we were created to need touching. From the moment a newborn comes out of the womb, the mother caresses her babe closely. Preemies in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) need to be touched to help stimulate his or her healthy development. Children and adults alike need reassuring hugs and pats on the back. Yet our neighbors motion with their arms from across the street that they’re giving COVID or virtual hugs. While their thoughtfulness is exemplary, it’s just not the same as the real thing.
A virtual touch from Annie on Emma’s little nose
would have conveyed nothing.
May we soon get back to real touches and hugs!
14 Replies to “All Important Touch”
And the hugs you miss the most are mine, of course! Right? No need to say it. Both you and Mr. Jon know it…
Dear Mr. Algis ~ But of course your hugs are missed tremendously! Your healing hugs were always something very special I could depend on and look forward to until COVID caused an abrupt pause. We are so blessed to have you for our neighbor❣️
What a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing it. I would like to come see you (with a virtual hug) next week. Are you available Thurs. or Friday. I’d like to bring Nancy White too.
Bonnie ~ Thank you for taking time to read my latest post. Glad you enjoyed it. We have so much to be thankful for!
Your words “touch” my heart…
Yes, I look forward to the day we can truly hug once again. 🙂
Katie ~ Thank you for taking time to read my post and send your words of encouragement.
Ahhh yes – how I miss hugging, would love to give you a big one right now (imagine I just did). Love you!
Hi Julie ~ With my best imaginative ability, I just envisioned your warm embrace. Thank you❣️
I am enjoying your blog and finding your thoughts and words to be very calming and insightful during this terribly turbulent time.
Your remembrance about the Bloodhound and the puppy was so touching.
Would you give your permission for us to publish this story in the American Bloodhound Club magazine?
Hello Susan ~ Thank you so much for sending your positive comment. I’m happy to know you are enjoying what you’ve read so far. It is especially encouraging since you’re the one who got me started with my first Bloodhound, Agatha, back in 2001. A real life changer! Thank you. Hope you are well.
Yes, I wholeheartedly extend permission to publish my story in the American Bloodhound Club magazine. What an honor to be asked! Thank you so very much. ❤️
A good read. Couldn’t help but feel sadness about the dogs. How can people think they don’t have feelings of being “thrown away”? We are thankful we have the dogs we have but even more thankful we have a church body that hasn’t closed and there are many who still hug. So far no one has the virus. There are some staying home and that’s ok, too. Hugging is not encouraged and it is done only by invitation. We think the reaction to this virus is going to cause more damage than the virus itself but that is our opinion. Keep writing. Love ya
Sharon ~ Thank you for taking time to share your insights and thoughts. We’re thankful for today and realize all of our days are in God’s control. We’re like little blips on a radar screen and yet our Heavenly Father still loves and watches over us.
Thank you for pulling all of those scriptures together in one blog so they can be read and savored. It was a blessing to me this morning to read this! <3
Wendy ~ So glad you found it helpful.