Yeah, sorry about that font yesterday. I kept changing it smaller, trying to edit it out, but it wouldn't go when I went back out to view the post gain. But I didn't spend too much time on those reviews. i would have deleted them, but I just had to see baby Caiden!!! He was adorable, and finally weighed normal. He's undersized for his age, but not dangerously so like he was when he was born.
I finished reading Marley & Me for the second time today, fully realizing all over again how much I really miss my old German Shepherd, Shana. I love Sadie, she's the perfect cuddle puppy. But she doesn't play, doesn't like to run hard, and it's nearly impossible to grasp the concept of bring-ball-back-after-fetch. Shana would play ball with my Dad for hours, her teeth used to bleed for chewing on that rock-hard thing for so long!!! It was the only toy that ever lasted. Shana's teeth would rip anything else apart- but that ball lasted all fourteen years. Yeah, Shana was really old when she died. She lived a long, pretty-awesome life!
I think it's pretty easy for humans to forget what dogs teach us. Their lives are so short they have no choice but to enjoy every day. Somehow they can see the truth of it, people, relationships, life, everything. They know somehow what's right and what's good in life. Like how fetching a stick and getting a pat on the head is better than working your butt off, leaving your family time behind so you can get some new wheels or whatever. I know all too well this kind of stuff. It makes me feel sort of guilty, having all of this and still claiming that it's not good enough, while my dog lies content, every single day, buy the window, waiting for the whole family to get home. I remember how much the silence in the house used to kill me, every day when i got home, when Shana died and I could no longer hear her nails clicking on the linoleum when I was down in the basement. I missed her greeting me by the door, and knowing that she was waiting for me when I got home. It was what pushed me to beg Dad for another dog. Now I have that again, and I've been taking it for granted. How stupid humans are. Maybe dogs have it right- maybe all you need to love is someone to wait for you at the door, someone who has faith that you will come home every day. It's what got me through the tough days.
I finished reading Marley & Me for the second time today, fully realizing all over again how much I really miss my old German Shepherd, Shana. I love Sadie, she's the perfect cuddle puppy. But she doesn't play, doesn't like to run hard, and it's nearly impossible to grasp the concept of bring-ball-back-after-fetch. Shana would play ball with my Dad for hours, her teeth used to bleed for chewing on that rock-hard thing for so long!!! It was the only toy that ever lasted. Shana's teeth would rip anything else apart- but that ball lasted all fourteen years. Yeah, Shana was really old when she died. She lived a long, pretty-awesome life!
I think it's pretty easy for humans to forget what dogs teach us. Their lives are so short they have no choice but to enjoy every day. Somehow they can see the truth of it, people, relationships, life, everything. They know somehow what's right and what's good in life. Like how fetching a stick and getting a pat on the head is better than working your butt off, leaving your family time behind so you can get some new wheels or whatever. I know all too well this kind of stuff. It makes me feel sort of guilty, having all of this and still claiming that it's not good enough, while my dog lies content, every single day, buy the window, waiting for the whole family to get home. I remember how much the silence in the house used to kill me, every day when i got home, when Shana died and I could no longer hear her nails clicking on the linoleum when I was down in the basement. I missed her greeting me by the door, and knowing that she was waiting for me when I got home. It was what pushed me to beg Dad for another dog. Now I have that again, and I've been taking it for granted. How stupid humans are. Maybe dogs have it right- maybe all you need to love is someone to wait for you at the door, someone who has faith that you will come home every day. It's what got me through the tough days.
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