When we were in between dogs, I tried to talk myself out of being a dog lover. I tried to tell myself that it is so nice not to have a dog because I don’t have to:
• Take the dog for a walk;
• Feed and water the dog;
• Clean up fur balls;
• Visit the vet;
• Buy dog food, treats and toys;
• Find someone to care for the dog when we were gone; and
• Pick up the poop!
I discovered that it is impossible to not be a dog lover if a person is one already. It is best to admit it, and move on. Let’s face it – it’s our destiny. The world needs people like us.
It makes me wonder how one becomes a dog lover. I think dog lovers are made that way from their beginning. For some unknown reason, when I was a very small child, I pretended that my white and fluffy blanket was a dog! I wrapped my hand around the silky corner and there I tied a rope and declared that part to be my dog’s neck. I took her on walks around our house and tied the rope to a knob on the bureau so that she would not run away. She was this girl’s best friend. I could tell her all things, and she stayed right by my side. Don’t laugh – I couldn’t help it – I was made that way!
When Lila, my real dog, was taking me for a walk around our neighborhood park the other day, two girls of the age of about 11 years old were walking towards us. One of the girls was talking while watching the ground intent on her words. The other girl watched us as we approached. As we got closer, the quiet girl’s eyes squinted as she smiled all the while her eyes on Lila. After seeing that smile was when I knew that girl was a dog lover and that it would be her lot in life to love and care for a dog, if she wasn’t doing that already.
That girl and other dog lovers like her discover the rewards that a dog brings, and that all the work a dog requires gets paid back in love over and over again.
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