Go get help, Skippy

The headliner to this blog probably wont make sense to overseas readers who don’t know about the Iconic Australian programme that aired here in the 70s Skippy The Bush Kangaroo, but Skippy was a super star supporter of his loved ones and protectors and was often helping out in assorted emergencies.  I could not help but think about that line when today my dog Jasper helped me to get assistance with the broken garage door I backed into on the way out to therapy when I was in a state of extreme anxiety yesterday following from a week where I have been pushed to my limits.

This morning I was told I could not get anyone to look at the problem for days and then Jasper had run off due to the fact I could not keep the property secure (the roller door was stuck and not closing).  I was on the phone trying to get help and failing when suddenly the burley garden maitenance guy from number 4 turned up scolding me for letting my dog out to run on the road.   This is what Jazzie does when he makes his escapes but we are in a very quiet street with only minimal flow through traffic.

I burst into tears about the garage door while trying to explain and the guy ended up fixing it for me in less than two minutes, it had popped free of the tracking and luckily he had a garden tool in his hand at the time.  After he left I burst into tears (again)!!!.  My sweet pup had actually got me help.  And he is always trying to connect me in this way.   It may seem like a small thing but just to have the help when really there is no one to call on much just made me realise how very alone I am most of the time, how much I battle on alone.   But I am so grateful the universe was able to give me the help I needed with the assistance of my best and closest ally.  My sweet Jasper.