The category I belong to is common all over the world. It has to do with those people who are considered excessively committed to their dogs. We dote on our dogs, we obsess over them, we plan our entire lives around our dogs in order that we may accommodate them. We are always moved by our dogs’ unconditional love for us. It never ceases to melt our hearts when we walk into a room and see our dogs look into our eyes and wag their tails. Or sometimes we’re watching TV and we will look at our dogs and at the same time (because they can read our minds) they will look at us and they will open their mouths slightly and seem to smile at us. Or while we’re reclined on the couch or floor watching TV, they will use part of our leg as a head rest and they will have this blissful expression with their eyes almost completely shut that says, “This is where I belong more than any place in the world.”
Our sense of importance in
the world is constantly affirmed the way our dogs follow us everywhere we go in
the house and will plop down beside us when we’re typing at our computer or
watching TV. We notice their expressions become melancholy when we give them
cues that we will soon be leaving the house: putting on our “outdoor clothes”
or packing our suitcases. We’re flattered when people tell us that we and our
dogs make the same facial expressions, have similar demeanors, and even walk
with a similar stride. These similarities give us joy because they bear
witness to the intense bonding that has occurred between us and our dogs.
This love and affection
our dogs have for us never ceases to be a moving, compelling experience, such a
huge part of our lives that the connection we feel between our dogs has a
spiritual dimension. I daresay the love we have for our dogs is religious in
nature. It is a spiritual love that takes over our entire being. To illustrate
this spiritual dimension, our neighbors, a family with two daughters, lost
their black lab Riley to bone cancer at the young age of six. The mother told
me that her four-year-old daughter once said to her, “Mommy, I wish I could die
so I could be with Riley in heaven.” Indeed, the love we have with dogs becomes
a way of losing ourselves in something that is greater than the sum of our
parts.
To affirm this great love
affair, some Dog People spend money on their dogs in excessive and sometimes
absurd ways. Some buy artisan dog treats made exclusively of organic
ingredients. Others only serve their dogs the choicest of freshly cooked meats
made from grass-fed livestock, spending more money on their dog’s diets than
their own. Others take their dogs to yoga classes. Others take their canines to
dog gymnastics. Some dog lovers take their dogs to special recreation parks
complete with elaborate obstacle courses. At Christmas, some will have their
dog sit on Santa Claus’ lap and have photos taken, which will be the Christmas
card that all their friends and relatives receive. Others will buy their dogs
tiaras or crowns and festoon their dogs with ribbons and bells. Others will fit
their dogs with vests, sweaters, galoshes, booties, Italian sunglasses, and
designer jeans.
While I have never subjected my dog to these commercial enterprises, the fact remains I am a Dog Person. My dog’s health and happiness is the number one priority in my life. It is my life mission to make sure my dog Gretchen, rescued from Rover Rescue animal shelter almost eight years ago, never again taste the loneliness, the rejection, the fear, the trauma, and the hunger she suffered when she was picked up as a stray by Dodger Stadium. She was found shaking with fear, starving, and maimed: The top part of her right ear was missing, presumably bitten off by another dog.
The rescue agency told me Gretchen would not eat for several weeks after being taken from the streets. Desperate, they hired a dog psychic (something I would never do) who told them that Gretchen was depressed because she believed she was unloved and that she simply wanted to die. For six months, no one would adopt her because when approached she would cower and tremble. When I took her for a test walk at the animal hospital that housed her, she became frightened in the lobby from the other barking dogs and she extended her paws on my leg as if she wanted me to protect her. Right there I knew I was going to take her home.
Since adopting her over
seven years ago, my biggest priority is that Gretchen feel safe and wanted and
loved. I won’t leave her for more than five hours. I won’t leave her in a
kennel on vacations but rather hire a house-sitter, someone I trust who will
keep Gretchen on her daily routine that makes her feel safe and comfortable.
But truth be told, I don’t
like to leave the house or vacation much because I don’t like to be away from
Gretchen. One of my dog-sitters said that while my wife and I were gone for a
week, Gretchen would look up at the sitter every couple of hours with this sad
face that seemed to ask, “When is my family coming back?” The idea of my dog
feeling so depressed in my absence is unbearable. It would be safe to say that
both Gretchen and I suffer from separation anxieties.
Dog People will identify
with everything I’ve just written and will feel a kinship and a sympathy for
me. However, the uninitiated, those who would never call themselves Dog People,
will dismiss me as a lonely, needy crackpot, a pathetic soul who craves the
unconditional love of an animal. An unfulfilled adult who without children is
circumventing his fatherly instincts on a lowly beast. A selfish dysfunctional
person who in treating his dog like a human being is afflicting his dog with
unnecessary neuroses. A hypocrite who makes a big fuss on his blog about Man
Points but then shows he's a hopeless softy when it comes to his dog.
My accusers may be
partly accurate. But as a Dog Person, while I don’t equate dogs with humans, I
do see them as possessing souls that are as infinitely deep and beautiful as
any human soul and as such they deserve as much respect and dignity. Dog
People believe as much. Now if only I could convert the rest of the world . .
.
You'll never have a more loyal friend. I feel the same way about my dog. THANKS for taking care of Gretchen.
Posted by: Shorty | June 30, 2009 at 09:07 AM
Mark Twain would agree with you. I can't remember his famous quote but it's in concert with what you've just said. Thanks.
Posted by: Jeffrey McMahon | June 30, 2009 at 09:09 AM
Herc,
I've got dogs and I am fond of them, but I think it's a primate thing... Maybe we think of them as children we must take care of, etc. Have you ever seen older people with dogs? They kind of treat them like kid substitutes. Whole life revolves around them. I guess there are worse things, but I think this dog attachment (and human attachment from the dog) is a quirk of evolution. Now, I need to go walk my little baby Snuggles so he can take care of business and then we can slide in a Rockford DVD. He seems to like the car chases the best.
Posted by: kr | June 30, 2009 at 03:23 PM
It's a primate thing indeed. Dogs are children who never grow up. Weird fact: My dog becomes soothed and especially relaxed when I fold laundry. I sometimes wonder if an elderly person owned Gretchen, someone who folded clothes a lot, and then died and somehow Gretchen became homeless in the aftermath.
Posted by: herculodge | June 30, 2009 at 03:34 PM
I had an Irish Setter, from when I turned about 12 years old, until he died when I was around 24. My life wouldn't have been the same without Clancy. Sometimes, I still have dreams about him. Someone I worked with told me Clancy "visits" me in the dreams---somewhere, he's still alive. I don't know about all of that, but I do know he was a true friend.
Posted by: Angelo | June 30, 2009 at 07:00 PM
That's a beautiful dog. What breed is it?
Posted by: Gary Kinsman | June 30, 2009 at 08:32 PM
She's a 100% Finnish Spitz, related to the German Spitz, the Samoyan, and the American Eskimo dog.
Posted by: Jeffrey McMahon | June 30, 2009 at 08:42 PM
Jeff, this is off the dog topic, back on the weight topic. I need a menu for 2450 calories which is what u need to eat if you want to weigh 185. i guarantee i ate 4000 today. thanks
Posted by: kr | July 01, 2009 at 01:46 PM
I'll work on that menu soon. I could benefit from a 2,600 one for now. I'm a little over 3,000. Tomorrow is my day off. I should give this 2450 menu a shot then.
Posted by: Jeffrey McMahon | July 01, 2009 at 02:24 PM
Your description of your relationship with Gretchen is proof that humans are, in fact, a wonderful and redeemable species.
What you describe can also be applied to those who are cat people. Just substitute "cat" for "dog" in your narrative and you will be describing millions of people who think and feel exactly like you.
Humans have developed complex relationships with animals. But our relationship with dogs and cats is special. We took them from their wild heritage; in return, we've agreed to do everything we can to make them safe and happy.
They give us so much, and ask so very little in return.
Posted by: Jim Tedford | July 02, 2009 at 09:53 PM
Older dogs require special care and attention to keep them healthy, comfortable, and feeling loved specially in their old age.
Posted by: pet health | April 13, 2011 at 03:43 AM
We need people that care about the animals in their care, about finding homes for the adoptables and offering education and advise to the citizens of KCK.
Posted by: can-c | January 19, 2013 at 04:09 AM
I feel ya "dawg". I'm right there with you.
Posted by: Leonard B Stilwell II | November 20, 2018 at 07:39 PM