No, it’s not some mutant crossbreed.
We are dog people, the wife and I.
Tell me the picture of Stella and the wife sleeping isn’t cute… Just try…
How are we perceived though?
Other people, the non-dog people, have varying opinions of dog people. But mostly they aren’t important. They put up with us, we put up with them. It doesn’t mean we can’t be friends or anything like that, but there is a difference.
Some of my best friends are Other people.
I started thinking about dog people this morning when the wife brought me a cup of coffee. The mug is a gift from some of our dog friends back in LA.
Now Other people may look at this picture and think it’s weird or disgusting that we would drink from a mug that a dog drank from. C’mon people, this is a posed picture because we think it’s cute. The mug does get washed you know. Clean as cold water can get it.
Bode actually drinks from a mug with my picture on it. True story, just ask the oldest daughter.
I’ve been a dog person since my mom brought home our first Australian Shepherd, Digger, when I was 11. That’s more than a few decades ago. He was the original smartest dog in the world. There have been many since.
My dogs are companion dogs. They are always with me anywhere they are allowed. Right now, Bode is under my desk at my feet. Stella is lying on the window chest, watching the yard. Bruin is lying down in the rectangle of sunlight in the middle of the room. Abby is chewing on herself, carefully out of range, in the hallway just outside the door. Stella and Bode make shopping trips with me when I go to Home Depot or The Farm Store. Sometimes the choice is, take a dog or stop for lunch along with my errands. I’m almost ashamed to admit that I stop for lunch sometimes…