Pam and I love having dogs as part of our family. Coming home to those eager faces and wagging tails brings us joy, distraction, laughter, kisses, cuddles and lower blood pressure. Oh and lots of hair. Everywhere.
Giving human characteristics to animals is a human trait called “to anthropomorphize” and we take great pleasure in doing that with our pack of four rescues. Imagining what they’re saying and thinking makes us laugh every day and provides an endless trove of ideas and inspiration for Thundersausages.
Research shows dogs and humans have coexisted for at least 16,000 years and some evidence points to much longer. Long enough to assume most of us can relate to dogs in some way, and why they’re often referred to as “Man’s best friend.” Happily they seem to enjoy our company equally. Just being in the same room and co-existing clearly gives both species pleasure and peace of mind.
If all that sounds a little idyllic, I’d be the first to agree. We find some minor property damage, pick up a lot of poop, clean up accidents, pay vet bills that would buy us a decent used car or vacation, and lose our share of shoes and miscellaneous counter-surfed contraband to our roving canine criminal element.
But as I write this, Bosco has his broad velvet shovelhead on my lap and he’s snoring gently. Bandit is perched on top of the couch behind my wife snuggled into her neck, Poco looks impossibly comfy on a piled up fleece blanket and Jon Snow (our latest addition) is on the floor biting his favorite squeaky donut. They’re such good company and all that other stuff, well, that’s just details. It’s the warm beating hearts full of love and companionship around the house that matter most, and it’s what makes having dogs in our life so worthwhile.
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