16165/1335/91 of 365 (01 April 2014): It’s the Dogs’ Day (photo 4b: Sophie Worried Shes in Trouble for Moving in the Last Photo) Dogs will also lick your face if you let them. Their bodies will shiver with happiness. A simple walk in the park is just about the height of contentment for them, followed by a bowl of food, a bowl of water, a place to curl up and sleep. Someone to scratch them where they cant reach and smooth their foreheads and talk to them. Dogs also have a natural dislike of mailmen and other bringers of bad news and will bite them on your behalf. Dogs can smell fear and also love with perfect accuracy. There is no use pretending with them. Nor do they pretend. If a dog is happy or sad or nervous or bored or ashamed or sunk in contemplation, everybody knows it. They make no secret of themselves. You can even tell what theyre dreaming about by the way their legs jerk and try to run on the slippery ground of sleep. Nor are they given to pretentious self-importance. They dont try to impress you with how serious or sensitive they are. They just feel everything full blast. Everything is off the charts with them. More than once Ive seen a dog waiting for its owner outside a café practically implode with worry. “Oh, God, what if she doesnt come back this time? What will I do? Who will take care of me? I loved her so much and now shes gone and Im tied to a post surrounded by people who dont look or smell or sound like her at all.” And when she does come, what a flurry of commotion, what a chorus of yelping and cooing and leaps straight up into the air! Its almost unbearable, this sudden fullness after such total loss, to see the world made whole again by a hand on the shoulder and a voice like no other. If Feeling Isnt In It, by John Brehm Today is the dogs’ birthday. Sophie (aka: Sophie Belle) is an incredible 8 years old today. She came from the human society and was “my” first dog. She was rescued to please the heart of a very young at the time Katie Williams—a story I won’t share here. She had been abused, and slunk about on her belly instead of walking and winced. She’s still a bit insecure…but she’s absolutely devoted to her people and she does implode with worry if she thinks she’s in trouble or has been left. Sometimes she gets “hoppy”—starts pronging and grinning and laughing. She follows me everywhere when I am here, and I know I make her world whole, which is an awesome responsibility and duty. How hard it is sometimes to see how gray shes getting around the eyes. Photographs by Jinn; Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 Prints of my work are for sale at reasonable prices (custom order) or you can buy pre-made pieces or order custom pieces on Etsy: https://etsy/shop/TranceMission
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