Bigger Is Better
For reasons I'm not gonna elaborate on at the moment, I had a shitty day, especially in the morning. Very sad, tired, angry and anxious.
But rather than vent about everything that went wrong, I would like to honor the best parts of my day. Not surprisingly, they were the time I spent with Dogs.
One of my best friends is sick and asked me to come by and walk her Dogs. I'm really grateful for the request. I love both of the pups, but Monkey and I have the stronger bond. I'm not sure exactly what it is, but ours is the only bond that measures up to the one I had with Seacow. Perhaps it is the same with the people I am closest to in my life. (Such as the aforementioned friend.) Perhaps both of my golden-eyed girls were with me in a past life, if not multiple past lives. Maybe we were Wolves and early human partnered in survival - who knows.
Walking Monkey this morning did my soul good. Her kisses and looks and the way she responded to me. All of it was so soothing. I'm truly grateful for this, and that I'm going to be spending more time with Monk.
The next Dog to get me through the rest of the day was a blind fellow named Diesel. Another Mastiff mix, I think. Real tank of a Dog, with a brindle coat like Monkey. When Pop saw me on the ground, hypnotizing this canine I'd only just met, he remarked that I was on the right path job-wise and took this picture:
I love 99% of Dogs that I meet, and have many Dogs that I consider friend and family. However, I have found that the bigger Dogs create the bigger bonds. I was always closer with the Pitbulls and Retrievers and Chows and Vizslas than the Terriers or Dachsaunds or Chihuahuas. The love is always there, but for whatever reason the bigger Dogs...speak my language, shall I say. Yes, the level of communication seems deeper and easier somehow.
Here's giving thanks to all the Dogs, especially the big Dogs and especially my Monkey Mama.