I have always wanted a dog for a pet. I took the saying a dog is man’s best friend very seriously.My family doesn’t approve.I think the main fear is not being able to understand them.But then again most of us never understand humans either.
I am now living with more dogs and less people.Actually my addition into this place makes us an equal count.And I am thrilled.My mother is constantly asking me if I am ok with the mess they create as I am known to be finicky with wanting things clean and in order.
Much to my own surprise, most house pets as I understand now are well trained.They know when they will get food.When are they allowed to go to the toilet.Where is their water bowl.They know they have limits and they generally stay off limits.Some times they get playful, but I think anyone should be allowed to have some fun some times.
Irrespective of whether you are pampering them, or are their provider for them they come to you and demand their attention.For me that has been the most heartening experience. Every morning while I have my tea 2 huge boys come and give my knee a nudge.I give them a little pat and stroke their back and say good morning to them.They run away happily. And we are all set to have a great day.Or if they are thirsty, they indicate towards their water bowl.Now I know when they are demanding for food or they desperately need that walk which promises them sweet release.
I don’t remember the last time I told some body I wanted to be loved by them and I wasn’t made to feel stupid desperate or needy.I have distant memories of people being very gracious about it and actually feeling happy that I wanted to be a part of their lives.
It makes you think, where did we as humans go wrong? Why is it so hard for us to be honest about how we feel and what we want.Why are we so concious about our desires, some times even embarrassed.
If only I can find the same freedom again.