One of my all time favorite authors, Gene Hill, has a great quotation that goes “Whoever said you can't buy Happiness forgot little puppies.” I was reminded of that this morning when a young golden retriever pup came boundcing (that’s a cross between a bound and a bounce) over to say Hi! and welcome me to the John Deere shop where I had gone to get an oil filter for our subcompact tractor. My mood improved about 500% after returning the greeting. The innocence and exuberance of most pups is a marked improvement over the mood of many adult humans these days. It’s only been within the past few months that I’ve come across the phrase “doom scrolling” and, he admitted ashamedly, caught myself doing it.
"the Better Half’s" Franco as a young dog
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Our granddaughter, soon to turn one, does as well as a retriever pup in the joyousness department, both experiencing it and creating it for her parents, grandparents, uncle and about anyone lucky enough to be around her. (What? No, of course I’m not biased! The very idea!) Is it that puppies and toddlers still see most of the world and its inhabitants as interesting and friendly? Most of the dogs I’ve been lucky enough to have own me have kept that happy perspective for the whole times we shared, with occasional exceptions for things like thunderstorms.
“my" SiSi as a young dog
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Could it be that youngsters, whether canine or human, have more open, positive expectations because they haven’t yet experienced the disappointments many of us go through as we grow to adulthood? Then there’s the whole positive reinforcement versus punishment corrections in training puppies and raising children. It’s been years but I still remember hearing about “spare the rod and spoil the child.” And yet, every puppy or young dog I’ve brought home turned out to be eager to please and meet expectations if only I could be smart enough to convey those expectations in a way the dog could understand.
If Feeling Isn't In It
By John Brehm
You can take it away, as far as I'm concerned—I'd rather spend the afternoon with a nice dog. I'm not kidding. Dogs have what a lot of poems lack: excitements and responses, a sense of play the ability to impart warmth, elation . . . .
Howard MossDogs will also lick your face if you let them.Their bodies will shiver with happiness.A simple walk in the park is just aboutthe height of contentment for them, followedby a bowl of food, a bowl of water,a place to curl up and sleep. Someoneto scratch them where they can't reachand smooth their foreheads and talk to them.Dogs also have a natural dislike of mailmenand other bringers of bad news and willbite them on your behalf. Dogs can smellfear and also love with perfect accuracy.There is no use pretending with them.Nor do they pretend. If a dog is happyor sad or nervous or bored or ashamedor sunk in contemplation, everybody knows it.They make no secret of themselves.You can even tell what they're dreaming aboutby the way their legs jerk and try to runon the slippery ground of sleep.Nor are they given to pretentious self-importance.They don't try to impress you with how seriousor sensitive they are. They just feel everythingfull blast. Everything is off the chartswith them. More than once I've seen a dogwaiting for its owner outside a cafépractically implode with worry. “Oh, God,what if she doesn't come back this time?What will I do? Who will take care of me?I loved her so much and now she's goneand I'm tied to a post surrounded by peoplewho don't look or smell or sound like her at all.”And when she does come, what a flurryof commotion, what a chorus of yelpingand cooing and leaps straight up into the air!It's almost unbearable, this suddenfullness after such total loss, to seethe world made whole again by a handon the shoulder and a voice like no other.
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