Dogs, how I love thee.
There is something about the way that my dog looks at me that reassures me that all is well with the world. That things are going to work out. That she always has my back. That she will be there after all of the dust has settled. That my worries aren’t always going to manifest in the crazy ways that my imagination presents.
That life is meant to be lived in the moment. That there is fun to be had and adventures to be discovered. That spontaneity rules and patience serves. That the moment is here to be experienced, not anticipated. That it feels good to bust a move when I am just so darned excited.
Dogs. Devotion. Loyalty. Trust. And the best sense of humor on planet Earth. We love them and they love us without hesitation. You can’t get a friend more loving and loyal than your dog. They lift us up when we most need it and then never let us down after that. It’s like a constant sense of elevation that lifts the spirit and blossoms the soul.
Cogito ergo sum: I think; therefore I am . . . a dog lover.