I think I have some sort of genetic imprint of a dog.  Maybe, somewhere, in some other life…. I was a dog.  If those sorts of things happen.
Or maybe as a child, I was rescued by a band of dogs….  and they dropped me off at the orphanage.  I was later adopted by Mom & Dad, my human parents.  Or maybe, I just like the way Milkbone dog biscuits taste…. dipped in peanut butter and melted chocolate, of course.
Whatever the reason, I love dogs.

Dogs are cool in so many ways.   They are kind, and loving, and loyal.   Smart. Protective.  Intuitive.  Funny.  Sweet.

But…. they are very fabulous in other ways too.  They sniff out crimes.  They rescue people.  They help those with handicaps.  On and on.

They also have quite a past. Did you know that three dogs survived The Titantic?  Twelve dogs boarded the ship, but only three made it through.  A Bulldog, a Great Dane, and a little Wired Terrier.  I’d love to know THAT story.

As a sidebar…. did you know a dog’s face can indicate the length of its lifespan?  Flat-faced dogs don’t live as long as dogs with sharper, pointier features.  Yet…. when a big boat hits an iceberg, it doesn’t seem to play into the outcome of things.  Bulldogs are pretty flat-faced, after all.  I am thinking they must be good at either swimming, or clinging on to floating debris.

Whatever the case, no matter.  I just hope this little dog here….. sticks around for a long time.   Because flat-faced or not, she is the best kind of dog….. to me.  The Big Heart in a Little Body Kind.  Best of friends….we’ll always be.

“Kindness, I’ve discovered, is everything in life.” – Isaac Bashevis Singer