Dogs

A short tale of the importance of the existence of our dear doggy friends!

The dogs are so incredibly drawn to the outdoors.

They are creatures longing for stimulation. Their eyes point in a direction that they long to follow. Passion and instinct rule, but there is within a central irony in dog. They are blowing past at speed, but they are loyal. The dog will wait for a command or a movement, before they make their pasisonate plea.

Their ability to choose stems from our ability to command.

Yet, they are free and happy. They fly in a goofy manner through grass, smelling & spinning & eating what they shouldn't. But they look up to the sky, and enjoy nature for what it may be - a beautiful concoction of life, wind, and God.

Dogs have no regrets; no anguish, at least that's permanent. They remain innocent & energetic long after we write cynically & criticize ourselves in relation to them.

We can sit for ages without central happiness, when all we have to do is look to the dog for why.

Author's Note

I'd LOVE to hear what people think!! How do you feel about our lives?

Reviews

[Fraser Currie]

This was great, and actually made me miss my own dog. Sometimes I think being a dog would be great, but their loyalty to their owner has its own level of anxiousness (waiting for them to come home, etc). But I suppose ironically, that's just the pessimistic human in me that causes me to think that way

[MGKnox]

Thank you for reviewing!! :) I love to hear the thoughts of others about all this, so thanks for sharing!