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Once upon a time there lived a dog named Ogar. He was a very large dog and was a mutt. He lived with a family in the suburbs.
Ogar enjoyed his life, chasing the neighbor’s cats, running in his yard, or just basking in the sun--he always took part in the wonders of "life passing" and never slowed down to miss them.
But one year, during the fall, it rained for four months straight! Ogar’s general good-nature accepted the beginning of this bizarre happening, but as each, rainy day past it began to bother him. He started asking himself, "It’s too wet to play! The neighbor’s cat is inside--it can’t be chased! And the ground is too wet to nap on! What is there to do?"
With this attitude Ogar became unhappy. He didn’t watch the sunset anymore--it was too cloudy! He didn’t eat much food. And he hardly ever wagged his tail. He just lay, depressed, in his doghouse.
Until one dreary morning he when was awakened by the fluttering of wings. Ogar looked up with sad, hopeless, eyes and saw a dove perched outside his doghouse.
"Excuse me, may I come inside to dry off?" Squawked the dove.
"What not?" Sighed Ogar.
"My you look like an unhappy mutt."
"My name is Ogar!" He growled. "And I’m not exactly enthralled about this weather! I can’t do anything that I usually do when it’s dry!"
"Ho, ho, ho, my depressed doggy friend: open your eyes! Rain is the weather of growth for plants, the weather of many sports for humans and the weather of bathing and drinking for birds! It is a joyful occasion for which all creatures of GOD give thanks!"
These words were strong. And they made Ogar think (something dogs rarely do for long periods of time). Outside his dog house he began to pick out the new buds that were sprouting from the ground (because of the rain,) and from across the way he heard children’s voices, loud in laughter, accompanied by the splashing of puddles.
Then something in Ogar snapped, he saw clearly now that he had been wasting his life for two months in his doghouse. Every muscle in his body tightened and he sprang out into the rain, ready to join life’s parade.
The old bird watched all this and said softly as the dog left, "Remember, even if life changes on you, you must struggle to keep up with it, and see the beauty that it always seems to hold."
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