What would life be like without a dog to love us. Someplace in our primordial past a dog wandered into a human encampment and was given a bone - and he stayed, jumping up and down and kissing us, staring at us with love and affection, licking our hands, and curling up by our feet. It became our first house pet and our dearest non-human companion. The dog guards us, hunts with us, plays with our children, is always happy to see us and gives us unlimited affection while asking only food, water and a place to sleep at our feet in return. What more could anyone ask.
There are no bounds and no questions to a dogs love. It is totally unstinting and asks but little in return. Even better, a dog is totally uncritical. It never argues with you or criticizes or orders you around. I know of no man or woman who has a loving and affectionate dog who is unhappy. I know of no person who has a dog that jumps into his lap kissing his or her face who does not feel better for its affection.
What would we do without them?
