Thursday, March 3, 2011

Just A Dog

From time to time people tell me, “Lighten up, it’s just a dog,” or, “That’s a lot of money for just a dog.” They don’t understand the distance traveled, time spent, or costs involved for “Just a dog.” Some of my proudest moments have come about with “Just a dog.”

Many hours have passed with my only company being “Just a dog,” and not once have I felt slighted. Some of my saddest moments were brought about by “Just a dog.” In those days of darkness, the gentle touch of “Just a dog” provided comfort and purpose to overcome the day.

If you, too, think its “Just a dog,” you will probably understand phrases like “Just a friend,” “Just a sunrise,” or “Just a promise.” “Just a dog” brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. “Just a dog” brings out the compassion and patience that makes me a better person. Because of “Just a dog” I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future.

For me and folks like me, it’s not “Just a dog.” It’s an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment. “Just a dog” brings out what’s good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.

I hope that someday people can understand it’s not “Just a dog.” It’s the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being “Just a man or woman.”

So the next time you hear the phrase “Just a dog,” smile, because they “Just Don’t Understand”.

- Author Unknown


Katie said...

I love this!! So sweet! Makes me want to go home and hug my little guy :)

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Mary Frances said...

Dude. My dogs are my babies. I love them more than I love most people. Totally serious.

teg said...

The phrase "just a dog" should be banned.
My late Bailey was more than a dog, more than a roommate, and the best friend I've ever had. I suffer from migraines on a regular basis and he always knew when they struck. He'd sit patiently at the foot of my bed, never begging for attention - or even a bathroom break - until he knew I could function.
Bailey always knew when times were good or bad. If I was depressed or bummed, he somehow understood and would hang his head in unison with me (hoping at the same time for a good pat) and commiserate.
When things were great, he'd rise up on his hind feet to the best of his ability to dance. He was always the consummate enthusiast.
No dog is just a dog, and i hope that every dog out there finds a human that also feels that way!

Emily said...

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Morena's Blog said...

I totally agree:)