Pnina Rosenblum is the name of my beloved dog, which I named after a woman in Israel whom I admire greatly for her success and strength. Pnina is a very sensitive creature and supports me and goes along with all that I do. This year, the preparations for the Passover holiday did not escape her. The day before the Seder, she stopped eating her regular food and would not have anything until I served her hametz free dog food.
Once this was done she found strategic places to position herself while I cleaned, cleared and sprayed copious amounts of bleach. When her favorite place under the kitchen table was usurped by boxes of things I put away for the week of Passover, I thought she would fuss and protest. Instead, she seemed to take some joy in the energies and new experience!
I threw out her old bedding in her crate – two blankets and a cushion in her bed in the living room. She seemed a bit curious as to what was going on but then I vacuumed her bed in the living room and carefully placed a very clean cushion and took the tray from her crate to soak and wash in the bathtub after which I lovingly placed a clean, fresh towel for her. Her appreciation knew no bounds and she gratefully licked my feet, hands and anything else she could, to thank me.
I left for the Seder and when I returned, spent time with Pnina and took her out for a walk. Mind you, I walk her on leash with a muzzle. Considering the mild weather and relatively early hour, I took her to a nearby bench and sat with her next to me, as cars drove by and people strolled on their way from the Seder.
Suddenly, a man with four large dogs walked up in our direction. None of these various shepherd like dogs was on leash and this burly young man walked with them with a small switch in his hand. This pack of dogs was not timid and they came right up to the bench, which caused me to stand up in fear of being “marked” by one of the males. Two of the dogs got too close and I hit their snouts with the edge of Pnina’s leather leash. The burly guy yelled at me and asked me why I hit them to which I said “You have to leash the dogs!” He then said he would hit Pnina and did with the stick. Without a second thought, the edge of the leather leash flew up and across his cheek. He made a motion to strike me. I ducked and put out my arms in defense but he did not hit me. I added some choice words and he went on his way and I took Pnina home.
I asked Hashem to forgive me at the end of such an incredible night and holiday and I reasoned that that man must have come to Israel during the Jewish Exodus from Egypt as part of the Erev Rav – the mixed multitude of non-Jews who joined up with the Hebrews. His behavior was abominable and in spite of the teeny yarmulke on his shaved head, reflected no Jewish values or decent conduct. While I asked forgiveness, I also reasoned that I could not see anybody hurt my dog.
I think the bully was in shock that a woman a head shorter and a lot older was not afraid to strike him.
Pnina and I have since been chilling at home and enjoying the opportunity to spend entire days together. As I write my posts, she is resting calmly in her bed next to the sofa in the living room.