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He felt all eyes upon him as the dog, in a fit of bladder betrayal, let loose unknowingly next to him, as he lazily contemplated how the day would unfold, and whether or not he would notice her bout of incontinence later.

He did.

When you have a rescue dog, you never know what you’re going to get.

Since they don’t actually speak, other than barking, you can’t interview them to determine the nature of their PTSD-induced behavior when it happens, or acknowledge the clues and prepare, when something unexpected is about to occur.

She is a delight when she is happy and nothing suddenly comes rushing into her brain’s forefront, precipitating a bout of fear-induced, out of the norm for her, behavior.

What are you gonna do?

What can you do?

Keep loving her.

That will help alleviate her instances of fear-induced behavior-whether it’s incontinence or simply pattering to her crate for some self-imposed isolation time.

It is only natural for humans to try to figure out how to best keep the times of happiness outweighing the instances of erratic behavior.

It’s also only natural to want those normal times more often than not.

If you don’t have enough patience or tolerance for the unexpected, having a rescue dog is probably not for you.

For our little girl, we thought the Bears being up over the Texans by a bunch of points at halftime would elicit at the least a sense of contentedness.

We should have known better, since this is, after all, the same team that snatched defeat from the jaws of victory last week against the Lions.

The Texans are a defeated team, and one with a losing record.

They fired their coach after the fourth game of the season.

Interim Head Coach Romeo Crennel is a long-time coach in the NFL who may be a coach next season. He just won’t be the Texans head coach next season.

Right now you’d figure if you had a rescue dog in a Chicago Bears household, she’d have a sense of everything being right in the world, or at least, in the living room where we were all watching the game.

Well, lo’ and behold, what is the little girl doing now?

She’s got her snoot on my right arm as I’m typing.

Once again, I’m amazed at what the prospect of a Bears victory on a chilly December Sunday at Soldier Field can do for not only the downtrodden Bears faithful, but for a little pitbull girl who still doesn’t know what it’s like to get through a day without being frightened at least once.

The score goes up to 33-7 with ten and a half minutes left in the third quarter as she exhales, groaning contentment along with my better half and me. It looks like at least contentment is being experienced by all members of our household simultaneously.

It’s one of the things I love about rooting for teams that break your heart.

I suppose it’s also one of the reasons why I root for our little girl to continue battling her demons with all the love we can give her.

Love may not be all you need as the Beatles sang long ago.

It is pretty, pretty good if you can say you have it, though.

Pretty, pretty good.