During break time at obedience school, one dog said to the other: “The thing I hate about obedience school is you learn ALL this stuff you will never use in the real world.”
|Chaim, Nati and Percy sharing a pillow|
My three chihuahuas failed obedience school. My mother claims I have a special talent for picking out stupid dogs. Chaim, Percy and Nati are cute and loving, but they will never bring me my slippers or learn how to use the doggie door. I’ve given up trying to potty train them. I just make sure they go out often. My preferred method is to keep the door open at all times. I know if I’m not diligent about it, they’ll just go where it’s most convenient, which sadly most often is the living room.
|Chaim and Nati on a walk|
I love my dogs. I know I’ve repeatedly claimed to hate them and have offered them numerous time for sale with the added bonus of a free food bag. Altogether, in the grand scheme of things, I am very fond of my dogs. I think they’re atrociously cute. And there are actually long periods of time in which they do not pee or poo in the house, and wonderfully delicious nights when they sleep quietly all the way till morning without requiring that I get up to let them out. So most of the time I tend to have warm fuzzy feelings for my dogs.
There are many reasons why I love my dogs. They are cute and pathetic-looking. My heart melts when they stare at me with those lovelorn eyes and beg to be petted or fed. I feel good about having taken them from the shelter — I’m their rescuer, and they certainly treat me like that. Aldous Huxley said: “To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.” And that is true for women as well. I’m the pack leader of three chihuahuas, and that makes me feel like a duchess, a queen, the goddess of their world.
When I divorced nearly seven years ago, having two dogs in the house was a comfort. I felt safe knowing that they would bark and scare away unwanted visitors. The house felt less empty when the kids were away with their dad, but the dogs were always there, ready to welcome me home with licks and barks and tail wags. Dogs are nice to talk to. I can tell them anything, and they will still love me. As Christopher Morley said: “No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does.” And my dogs look at me when I speak to them as though I’m the incarnation of Cicero, Winston Churchill, or Charles de Gaulle.
I cannot end better than with the words of Edith Wharton who said: My little dog — a heartbeat at my feet.” My chihuahuas and their beady adoring eyes — what can I say, I’m a sucker for anyone who looks so sweet.
I found the doggie quotes and jokes at these two sites. Dog proverbs and Fun Dog Quotes.
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