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Aug 02, 2009 22:31

I find myself torn between two ways of thinking.

1. My dogs are small beings, a part of my family and I want to be them with as much as I can. They are an extension of me.

2. My dogs are dogs. They're dogs. They do dog things. They are companions, sure, but not the be all end all. Dogs.

The problem with logic one is that it creates a lot of stress within my life. I constantly don't want to do things or I worry, "what about the dogs?!?!" "that's not fair for the dogs!!!"

The problem with logic two is that it doesn't fit with my moral beliefs.

I've finally come to a place where I can add a healthy enough dash of logic two that they balance each other out. I am able to go out and do things without concerning myself with what the dogs are doing or whether they are bored or miss me, etc. But will still not leave them for over 5 hours without at least a break.

The reason I don't buy logic two is because lately, when we're hangin out, Sandy will be looking at me. And I don't give a shit how it sounds, but her eyes hold all of this love and admiration that move me to tears. She looks at me as if to say, "Whatever you want to do next, I'm TOTALLY down with it!!!!!" She's my partner in crime, she's my best mate, she's my action buddy. Burbear is my dependent. He needs me to guide and protect him. He's an innocent in every sense of the word and needs someone to hold his hand through this life. It's like we're all Goonies, Burbear is Chunk, Sandy is Mouth, and I'm Mikey.

That's right. I compared us to the Goonies.

No matter what stress they bring me in the future, it is those quiet moments between us that make it so, so worth it.
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