The random musings of an autistic bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.
Puppy Love
“You do realize they’re only happy to see you because you’re their source of food, right?”
“I refuse to believe that.”
“And they lick you for the salt.”
“You make them sound like parasites.”
“If you started beating them they’d turn on you in a hot minute.”
“The same could be said for the average human.”
“And acting cute helps assure that you keep them around.”
“Here’s a question: Why are you so hellbent on convincing me that my dogs don’t love me? What is love, anyway? Here’s what I know. These dogs keep me warm at night. They help me feel safe. They make me laugh, they help make me feel less alone in the world, they’re someone to talk to, they come to me when they’re afraid, they choose me over everyone else, they bring me joy, and I love them. That’s more than good enough for me.”
whoever said that to you about dogs obviously doesn’t know dogs. They have feelings, they feel hurt, scared, happy, content, love and hate. Just like humans, the only difference is the language. The person that tells you what they did about dogs or animals in general doesn’t know their ass from a hole in the ground.
I’m not sure it does end with fear, as some people still love despite fear being present. I think it ends with the absence of empathy.
Loving in the presence of fear is not at all healthy. Everyone deserves to feel safe, always. But yes, the absence of empathy… that makes a great deal of sense.
Pretty low to dog on a dog. I think they are as close to unconditional love as you can get. We could learn a lot from them,
they are angels in fur.
That’s exactly what I call them! They’re not speaking to me today though, because I gave them a bath.
yeah… in your face, stupid love haters…
I KNOW, right?
exactly
and most importantly they give unconditional love. One rarely finds this kind of love in humans.
Sad but true.
whoever said that to you about dogs obviously doesn’t know dogs. They have feelings, they feel hurt, scared, happy, content, love and hate. Just like humans, the only difference is the language. The person that tells you what they did about dogs or animals in general doesn’t know their ass from a hole in the ground.
I agree. But it does make you think. Where does love begin and end? Fascinating to contemplate. A friend of mine suggested it ends with fear.
I’m not sure it does end with fear, as some people still love despite fear being present. I think it ends with the absence of empathy.
Loving in the presence of fear is not at all healthy. Everyone deserves to feel safe, always. But yes, the absence of empathy… that makes a great deal of sense.
Sounds like my first marriage……
Well, then I’m glad you’re no longer in it!