“The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.” — Andy Rooney
Probably true. I never met a dog I didn’t like, but I certainly encountered a lot of dudes (and dudettes) I didn’t care for.
Dogs are much easier to approach than humans. Most of the time, they will greet you with a smile (tongue sticking out) and a wag of the tail. The same cannot be said for people, especially on a first encounter.
Talking about encounters… if you want to meet your soulmate, get a pooch. Dogs are “love ambassadors”. Get a dog and take him/her to a public place. Soon or later, a potential mate will approach you and start a conversation. And often, a simple exchange can lead to many fruitful results.
Dog people have a special bond that allows them to communicate effortlessly with like-minded people. Since I cannot resist petting a furry beast, I do it all the time and I have never been rebuffed.
Dogs, unlike humans, will love you as much (probably more) than when you initially met. In the dog’s world, a “hookup” is unbreakable; after you have formally been introduced, you are bound for life. Words like breakup, uncoupling, or divorce, don’t exist. There are just human-made-up pretexts for betrayal.
“The world would be a nicer place if everyone could love as unconditionally as a dog.” – M.K. Clinton
To my everlasting regret though, I never owned a dog… Life circumstances prevented me from doing so, but I have a lot of canine friends… Of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Each time we meet, no matter how long we have been apart, it is a love fest; in the dog world, time is irrelevant.
I never met a dog I didn’t like, and I have 243 pictures of different hounds on my computer to prove it… More than some members of my family. To me, a dog is as captivating as a human being, and I will keep taking pictures of dogs any chance I get.
Another quote and I will be (temporally) done talking about my four-legged friends.
“Handle every situation like a dog. If you can’t eat it or play with it, just pee on it.
Alain
Oh, I met one dog that I couldn’t stand. It was a dalmatian, probably purchased by housemate of mine thinking he was going to be getting one of those smart, cute ones leftover from the 1001 Dalmatians movie. If left alone, it tore up entire beds, mattress and box springs. It ate an entire box of chocolate covered cherries and threw up the undigested mess on the carpet. One time, my housemate was out of town and asked me to take the dog for a walk. I took it out on an icy sidewalk and it tore the leash out of my hands and started running away. I chased it for a block and then gave up, hoping I would never see it again. The damn thing returned later.
Let’s say that this dog was “spirited”.