My Dog
So.. everyone knows I love dogs. I love just being around them, they make me happy, less stressed. Sitting at the dog park yesterday evening - which by-the-way we were there for three hours, lucky Chloe! - I just felt content. Like all is right with the world because I am sitting here watching adorable dogs play together and what could be better than that?
Dogs don't discriminate, they don't judge, they just are. They live and play and romp and run and they don't let the world bother them. Everything is THE BEST THING EVER. Dinner time? I AM SO EXCITED AND HAPPY. Walk time? YOU ARE MY FAVORITE PERSON! Nap time? I LOVE BEING AROUND YOU.
It's like she is the only one in the whole world who is never disappointed in me, never sees me for anything less than the Most Wonderful and Special Person Who Walked the Planet. She follows me, like my shadow. Even when I am just sitting on the couch, she prefers to be near me, to be touching me, instead of across the room on her bed. If I get up, she looks to be sure I'm not leaving and if I do leave, she follows, because wherever I go must be the best place to be.
When so many other people have expectations of me, some I don't ever feel I can reach, it's nice to know there's this one person being who will never be let down, who always thinks the best of me and strives to make me happy.
I forget who said it, but if there was one quote I had to live by most, it would be this:
In a perfect world, every dog would have a home and every home would have a dog.
