
The Beginning of Peace When Patches, a cocker spaniel, came to live with me he was five years old. Having been raised alone, he wasn’t particularly social, but never mean. One day he and I were out when I stopped to talk with a neighbor. In the process, her dog became snarly and it was interesting to watch Patches. He didn’t seem scared, nor did he react defensively, rather he quickly walked to the other side of me, effectively putting distance between the other dog and him. Because of his actions, peace prevailed. Oh, how I wish I had been like him throughout my life. It’s so easy to attack when you feel threatened. This reminded me of a story that happened many years ago when I first moved to Houston: ...