What Makes Me a Dog Lover?
This question was posed to me in an email sent by a manufacturer of sports apparel for dogs.
And it got me thinking. Why do I want to greet every dog I meet? Why do I smile whenever a dog wags his tail at the sight of me?
This is what I’ve come up with:
A dog is what he or she is. Period. If Rumpy likes you, he likes you. If he don’t, he don’t. Rumpy never comes up and licks my face, then goes over and tells June Buggie what a bitch I am.
To Rumpy, a walk is a walk. He doesn’t care what I’m wearing when we walk. He only cares that we’re going. Just got up and hair still mussed? No worries. He will enjoy himself just the same.
Dogs don’t judge people by what they have….. unless there’s a cookie in your hand. Homeless? Multi-millionaire? Somewhere in between? It’s irrelevant to Rumpy. Just hand over the cookie.
I get so wrapped up in stuff. Rumpy reminds me of what’s really important in life. Good food. Good friends. Exercise. Fresh air. A good brushing. And the occasional squirrel to chase.
There’s a saying that goes:
Instead, my desire is to be the person my dog is. It’s quite a lofty goal, I know.