Asher

Asher is my dog. He’s a 60 lb. Pit Bull built like a tank with short legs, muscular build, a huge head, and jaws that can destroy a bone or chew toy with a few quick chomps. Even though he is an old man now, his appearance still startles anyone meeting him for the first time. And that’s when my favorite scene happens. It’s a scene I’ve seen over and over with everyone that meets Asher – a transformation occurs. Understandably people meeting Asher for the first time cannot escape images of Pit Bulls portrayed in the media and the horrors attributed to them. But then, they are confronted with the sweetest dog they’ve ever met. A dog who is eager for your affection, who will let your toddler ride him or pull his tail without a wince, or who will submissively allow your pet Beagle to call the shots. In the small court where I live, we call Asher “the Mayor” because he is always walking from house to house “campaigning” for your attention. Asher is a great dog. He’s my Asher boy. And Asher represents a vivid reminder to me of one of life’s great paradox’s – the paradox of strength and weakness. Learn more what I mean here.