Someone posted this on my Facebook page a week or so ago and it spoke to me. Well woofed at me anyway. Firstly it looks like my Goldie. It obviously isn’t and probably isn’t even a Golden Retriever but it has the same eyes and those eyes do speak, let me tell you. My one remaining dog, F…….’s were begging to be taken out for a walk in the rain, Daddy Does the Dog Day and crying guilt by proxy as Chairman of the Four Footed Bertie Admiration Society in all of his older brother’s canine capers in Making ‘Naughty Dog’ a Life’s Work. Bertie was after all the Just William of the dog world*.
But think about. It’s so true. They not only adore us but think we are perfection. We are in their big brown eyes sugar coated Jumbones, Gourmet liver and tripe and doggy choccy drops all smoothed into one. We are the cow pats, fox scat and/or horse manure they love to roll in/eat and the only security they know. They don’t compare salaries, suck up to the boss or bitch behind each others backs. They don’t throw tantrums but watch while we throw ours. Then lick us. They just eat the food we give them. And love us for it.
We can be kind or horrid and I, for one, don’t think they judge. They are creatures of habit and their habit is to be happy. For the most part. If we let them.
Where am I going with this you ask. And honestly I’m not exactly sure but this week while being bombarded with the utter horror that mankind is capable of I sort of think dogs have it right. We most certainly do not.
Here’s another image a friend emailed me yesterday.
Again, the doppleganger of my one remaining dog. They are identical. This is the dentist’s goldie and he calms worried and frightened patients. What’s a few dog hairs when you can have your own near dolphin bonding experience at the dentist?
And finally an angeleno friend posted this on my facebook wall. It’s a doggy themed Monday. But if it doesn’t prove my point nothing will. This is Watson, a Sharpei and I think he’s awesome.
JuBurrett is the owner of the video you’ve just watched.
My boy, F……. has just come in to tell me it’s five o’clock and because I want to be the person he thinks I am I gotta run.
“Coming, Boy. Dinner’s almost in the bowl.”
* all rights to the ‘monica’ Just William belong to my friend T……. who accompanied us on many walk and is therefore in a position to know.
Are we in agreement? They, just possibly, do know best. Let’s give them a chance to put things right. It seems to be too hard for us.