Most of us know our dogs to be pretty crafty creatures.
They know how to use a certain look to get you to give them a treat or a hug or a plate to lick. And sometimes, we see lightning bolts of amazing intelligence shoot out of them for a moment or two, in between all the eating and the sleeping and the snoring in our laps while we scratch behind their ears and watch another episode of House Hunters International.
They are our friends, our comrades: they’re our trusted shipmates on this voyage called life.
But they are ours.
We take care of them and they survive on our dime, by our hand. And without us, they’d be pretty lost.
My two guys, two labs with big big hearts and brains the size of a mosquito’s butt, they’d probably be okay on their own out in the world for maybe two hours or so. But then, like most dogs raised right alongside people who love them, they’d be back at the damn backdoor before long, their goofy tongues hanging out because they’re really hot and tired and thirsty from walking around the block two or three times.
So, this story of the stray dogs of Moscow, Russia resonates for anyone really, but especially for those of us who share our lives with a dog or two every single day. Because it’s a reminder that behind those big goofy dog-grins, there is something distantly wild and wildly brilliant, way back in.
Photo credit: globalanimal.com
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