Hello all my wonderful, and faithful readers! I feel suddenly inspired to write to you all about man’s best friend. The dog. To tell you all the truth, I’m suffering from major “doggy withdrawals” right now. It has been 2 and a half months since I’ve last seen my dog, who is currently in Texas in the care of some of our good friends.
So in this post, I will be remembering Boomer, by showing some pretty amazing pictures of dogs, and explaining exactly why they are known throughout the world as “man’s best friend”. Enjoy!
What is it about dogs, that makes them so deserving of the title “Man’s Best Friend”? Obviously, horses are more useful, beautiful, and enjoyable. Not to mention they’ve been with men since… well, forever!
Is it that dogs are more readily available to everyone than horses– that they are less expensive?
Or is it something more?
Something about the way a dog will sit beside you all day, content to listen. Or how the dog will be equally happy to play and run for as long as you can possibly stand. How a dog will love you, and remain loyal regardless of one’s ethnicity, disability, age, or social status.
It doesn’t matter if you’ve had a bad day, or the best day of your life, the dog will remain a constant companion, through thick and thin. Ready to sit and listen, or run and play.
Dog’s seem to also have a sort of “personality” about them. Some dogs have perky personalities, and will jump around all day, wanting nothing but attention in the form of a moving rope, bouncing ball, or running hose. Others are happiest with a comfortable place to lie down, curled up on their master’s lap, with the careful comforting stroke of a human’s hand on their fur.
But there is something else, that all dogs have in common; Something that separates them from other animals competing for the title ”man’s best friend”:
Horses, and other animals don’t seem to attach to owners like a dog does. Truly, there is something special about a dog.
I hope I will be able to see Boomer again someday, I do miss her, quite a lot. I miss the runs we would go on, her ever-listening ear… play-wrestling… watching sunsets… I miss guitar on the front porch, where no-one could here me. Boomer would always sit at my feet, never budging no matter how poorly I sang. (now, that is loyalty)
I know that whatever happens, wherever she is, wherever she goes, she’ll always have been one of my very best of friends.