Around this hacienda, it is truly bliss. If you have 4 legs and a stubby wiggly tail, that is. Over coffee this morning I observed my little pack of barely contained hysteria, and was envious.
They sleep when they want to. They spy on the neighbors unapologetically. Their demands are met before they are even vocalized. They love me, are happy to be around me and they are just in general delighted to be alive.
I am grateful that there are things in this world that can remain untouched by events of the day.
Covid has no meaning for them. Politics don't depress or upset them (well Cooper does have a problem seeing one past President on TV).....no, it isn't 45. They aren't worried about the creeping price of gas and groceries. About the only thing that worries them is having to wait on one individual to finish his breakfast or dinner so they can have dessert.
Dogs are simple creatures with complex feelings. They understand when you are sad and will try to help you feel better. They also know when you have a blinding headache and they think more noise will make it better.
They are also excellent judges of character and I've learned if they don't particularly like someone, there just may be a danged good reason for it.
The greatest sadness in life, for me, today, is the knowledge that their little lives will likely not continue until I am gone. One by one, I will have to kiss their little faces and stroke their heads and send them on to Max, Jessie and Betty.
This is the price I pay for the unconditional love I am shown by them.
It is hard but it is absolutely worth it.
There will never again be a me that doesn't have a dog.....and I will try to make sure life is blissful for them....because they deserve it. Creatures that don't demand the world deserve the world.
Now, I'm going to go see if I can crochet around three or four little warm bodies. And, if I can't, then I will not crochet today.
