People can be divided into three major categories; dog lovers, dog haters and those who are indifferent to dogs. I am a dog lover and I can’t understand why there are the other two types of people. It’s not so much I am intolerant to people who don’t like dogs but I am bewildered by these people’s bizarre nature just as they are about my indifference to ice cream. Even though I find dog-indifferent people to be odd, I accept the fact they do exist and are probably just like me except they don’t share my love for this fine, furry and irrespirable animal. Dog haters, on the other hand, I am wary about and won’t trust them with my pet cockroach much less the second best reason for living.
What I have discovered over the years is that you can tell more about somebody by their attitude to dogs, and by extension animals, than their attitude to money, sex or butt tattoos. Some people believe that because humans can make land mines, cluster bombs and touch screen phones they are superior, more deserving, and in charge of deciding which creatures live, which creatures die, and which creatures end up as road kill. Having intelligence doesn’t mean being superior, it doesn’t even mean being happy, it only means being powerful. Every superhero comic book reminds us that with great power comes great responsibility and that is a given. But when those with great power claim no responsibility or act irresponsibly then the end result can only be the tragic end. What is certain is that dogs are our unconditional friends and our intelligence our lifelong curse.
I think we are drawn to dogs because they are the uninhibited creatures we might be if we weren’t certain we knew better. They fight for honor at the first challenge, make love with no moral restraint, and they do not for all their marvelous instincts appear to know about death. Being such wonderfully uncomplicated beings, they need us to do their worrying. ~George Bird Evans