Those of you who know me probably know that I am obsessed with dogs. All dogs. Any dog.
My love for dogs makes me do things like walk up to strangers on the street to pet their dog or cry uncontrollably when a dog dies in a movie. When I have my own house, I plan to own as many dogs as my home will allow me to fit.
I’m not quite sure how my love for dogs got started, but I don’t mind it. Who couldn’t love dogs? Sorry, cat people, but I just don’t get you.
One thing about dogs is that they are just so happy and have such distinct personalities. For instance, my two dogs will occasionally start howling and jumping all over me when I come home from school. Who doesn’t love that? And their personalities are completely different. Heidi is so sweet and loving, but you better not sneeze while she is the in the room because she will dart out of there. She is scared of everything. While Pepper, on the other hand, is occasionally a little mean and aggressive. She likes to be in charge and loves to boss me around. Dogs just all have such different personalities, which might be what we love about them. Because when you think about it, it is kind of strange how we let animals that still chase other animals, lick themselves, and eat slugs (like my dog) live in our homes and sleep beside us in our beds.
The thing that is best about them, though, is just how much they love us. They don’t judge us when they see us eating junk food that we really shouldn’t; instead they just want us to share it. They happily oblige when we pick up their front paws and force them to dance with us around the house. They just sit there beside you when you have had a rough day and lean over to give you a little lick on the hand just to let you know they are there. They are always there for us, they love us unconditionally, and they treat us a whole lot better than most humans do.