My mom named her dog “Tagalong,” Tag for short, because since the moment she adopted him he has had trouble differentiating himself from her. Wherever she is, that’s where Tag is. Actually, he’s gotten a little bossy about telling her where she is supposed to be.
He sleeps a lot. One evening Mom was on the couch watching TV under a quilt. When she was ready to go to bed, she wanted to take the quilt with her. But Tag was sound asleep on it.
Mom yanked it and said,
“He can sleep here, but he can’t have my blanket.”
Boundaries. Sometimes we take care of ourselves by setting them firmly, rather than letting the wrong forces shape our decisions.
• What’s the best boundary you ever set for yourself?