The magic of a dog.
Is it what you seek, because of what you lack?
I have a relationship of mutual respect with cats. I don’t mess with them, they don’t mess with me.
I am not drawn to them, nor are they drawn to me. But let's be honest, cats are rarely drawn to anything other than what they desire in that moment. I respect them; but because of our estranged relationship, I cannot speak of cats. We are not close enough for me to do so, and I would not like to put that delicate relationship in jeopardy.
Dogs, well that's an entirely different story.
Dogs are magic. They are wonder filled monuments of comprehension. Testimonies to the human race on love and loyalty and everything in-between. Their empirical senses go far beyond what any of us could imagine. More than this, they are bastions of igniting self-belief in others. And the greatest part, they seem happy to do it. In fact, how well they can do it seems to be their crowning achievement.
I know entire lives that have changed because the life of this sacred animal was at play. They are teachers of love and compassion and loyalty.
You could say I’m a dog guy. It would be hard to come to these conclusions about dogs without having grown up with or around them. I’m not so fond of the little ones who feel they own the world, but hey nobody's perfect.
I prefer a big ol’ somuma-gun to wrestle with but even those little guys got a lota’ heart, a lota’ smarts, and a lota' character. And you can bet your ass they got mounds of loyalty.
I had an interesting and somewhat troubling thought one afternoon watching my neighbors dog play in the yard. It came in the form of a question.
The source of most of my eye opening realizations come in the form of the right question. We spend our lives chasing answers, when most often the answers we seek, are waiting for us to stumble on them, behind the right question.
"How do we keep humanity believing in themselves?"