Today's Blog is dedicated to Megan, Joey, Herbie, Tyson, Donkey, Jack, Alfie, Bertie (Dirty! Bertie!), Solomon, Bosun, Blacky and Misty.
If you don't get the connection between all these names, allow me to elaborate: They are all Dogs. Most are still with us, some have left us for greener kennels.
Megan, Herbie and Joey are - in my opinion - The Best Dogs In The World. They belong to Louisa. Tyson was Louisa's dog when Megan was a puppy. Donkey is my Boss's dog. Jack belongs to Leigh and Jim, Alfie is the dog that lives with Ben, Michelle and Cain (I'm not sure whose dog he is exactly). Bertie lives with Gwen. Solomon and Bosun were my parents dogs at different times. Blacky was my Aunty Agnes's dog. Misty was my dog, many years ago.
In my opinion, these dogs - in fact all dogs - have one thing in common: They only ever give love. Dogs don't do jealously, material greed, envy, hatred, frustration, sarcasm, spitefulness, bitterness, regret, revenge, or any of the thousand other negative emotions and things that humans do. Any behavioural issues with a dog is based on the way it is treated and trained, in my opinion. Dogs only do love - they don't always get love back.
If you sit with a dog for three hours in a room, and then walk out of the room and close the door for fifteen seconds leaving the dog inside alone, when you open the door again, the dog is instantly pleased to see you. Every morning, when your dog sees you, happiness pours from its every fibre by the bucket load. How many of the people we see every day have the same reaction?
After a hard days work, the best way for me to wind down was to walk the dogs. Having a small dog snuggle up to me on the sofa - and then have a large dog leap into my lap because it thinks it is a small dog even when it's a Springer Spaniel - made my soul soar.
Dogs don't get a very good deal in most cases. Whether they get walked is at the discretion of their owner, in some cases the same applies to their being fed. We leave our dogs for long periods of time while we go to work, or go to the pub on a Friday or Saturday night. We shout at our dogs if they happen to be in our way when we are in a bad mood. Some people kick and beat their dogs. Some people kill their dogs, or train them to fight to the death.
All a dog wants is to be fed, exercised, and loved. Imagine how simple life would be if that was all that you desired. It is not a lot to ask, yet in return they give unconditional love, loyalty, and they protect you as best they can if the need arises. Admittedly, they yapping bark of a Yorkshire Terrier might not deter a burglar or mugger, but the intent from the Yorkie is there. It's like the saying says - "It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size if the fight in the dog". Although, I don't want to think about where that saying originated.
I am a dog lover. Cats are okay, but it's dogs for me every time. Yes they chew furniture, crap in the house when they are young, bark at nothing in the middle of the night, dig holes in the garden, and all the annoying things that dogs do. But they never tell you that you're worthless, they never criticise, or complain. That wagging tail will mend a thousand broken hearts, fix a million bad days, and dry an endless river of tears - and all you have to do is acknowledge the dog that owns it.
If there is a dog nearby as you read this, give it some love. I gurantee it will love you right back - but you'll stop way before it does.
If you haven't got a dog - you don't know what you are missing.