Why are Dogs Man’s Best Friend?

As I write this, snuggled up beside me is my best friend, Devo. As he snores gently, I contemplate the things we have in common. Neither of us is pure bred by any stretch of the imagination. We’re always happy to see each other. We both struggle with our weight. We love to take naps and we love to cuddle.

Obviously there are tons of things that we don’t have in common, such as the fact that if this inter-species love affair were ever to end, he could most likely kill me with very little effort at all. But neither of us is willing to go there, thank heavens.

And perhaps most ironically of all, if he were human, we probably wouldn’t be friends. I’d find him too clingy, too needy, too eager to please. I’d consider him rather boring. All he’d want to talk about, I’m sure, is food. And he’d talk a lot, no doubt. His enthusiasm and positive outlook, even when first waking up in the morning, would probably wear on my nerves. His two second attention span would remind me of an ex-boyfriend who had the worst case of ADHD I’d ever seen, and he’d probably constantly try to talk me into jogging. Bleh.

Then there’s the fact that every time he had control of the remote, he’d want to watch Animal Planet. Give me strength.

It’s funny how the very things I’d find annoying in a human are actually quite appealing in a dog. That’s why I’m so glad that dogs exist. They’ve taught me that you don’t have to question or judge or have expectations. All you have to do is love.

Oh, and it never hurts to have someone in your life who brings out the very best in you.

So I’ll scratch Devo’s head, he’ll snuggle even closer, and we’ll both drift off to sleep.

Devo

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