My terrier taught me something today. I’ve got lots of pets, but this guy isn’t mellow like the cats or suspicious like my parrots. He’s fearless. Typical terrier, he doesn’t come when he’s called. If he’s out of the house or yard, he’s pretty hard to catch. Until we unleash the secret weapon. We open a door!
To catch him, we open the car door, to go for a ride. We open a building door, etc. He’s not so eager to go into the house that way, a place of safety and known-ness. But if it looks like high adventure or something new, he’s up for it and runs in full blast.
I need to be more like him, leaving the safety of my home and the known-ness of my world. I need to be ready and willing to try out high adventure. When a door opens, I need to go through it!