Dogs are incredible creatures. They have a great sense of smell, are intelligent (mostly), beautiful, fast, fun, adorable, and our best friends. When I say dogs, I mean dogs. not your little Chihuahua or Pomeranian rat-dog. I’m talking about medium to large sized dogs, that can actually do something. If you have to carry your dog around then it’s not a dog.
Anyway, our family has always had at least one dog in the household. Even now a large German Shepherd is at my feet gnawing on some kind of rawhide toy. I can’t begin to explain how great it feels to have a dog at my feet, doing dog things, while I write this post. She’s a great dog. She barks when there’s danger, and squirrels, and cars, and flies, and really just any change in atmospheric pressure. And I love every bit of it. She eats like a horse, drools everywhere, loves belly rubs, and is my biggest fan (definitely not because I give her table scraps during dinner).
I even love watching her. She might be staring outside at some unseen thing making a sound that can’t be heard by human ears. Maybe she’s passed out moving her legs as if she’s dreaming about chasing this unseen and soundless thing. Perhaps she doesn’t care at all because she’s too busy licking herself, loudly, to be concerned with something so trivial. Just the way she sits and looks up at me with her big brown eyes puts a smile on my face.
It doesn’t hurt that she’s well-trained, does what she’s told, and is loyal to a fault. Or that she’ll eat your tiny rat-dog for a snack. Or that she’s a giant ball of fluff that breaks any cuteness scale out there.
Since my laptop is now dead and charging, I’m having to continue this post on my phone. This means you don’t have to read anymore and I don’t have to write anymore. I’m just going to sit here and listen to this dog choke on whatever piece of rawhide she just chewed off.
Stay classy, and I’ll see you the next stop.