My dog sits at my feet as I write.
I have often marvelled that dog backwards is God. Dogs are like God. They are relentlessly loyal , utterly devoted , all forgiving and they live for the moment in time that they soulfully inhabit.
I love my dog.
I had cats all my life until I got a dog at 36 years. He is just mutt, wonderfully designed by many genes ; but I often marvel at the perfect symmetry of his teeth and his mane. The beautiful way he sings a tune to me when he wants OUT. And the look of utter disgust on his face should I try attempting to take him out in the rain.
My heart swells with such love for this mutt that it often brings tears to my being.
He has this thing , when we are crossing a big field , where he will sit and watch me walk away , we play this game where I turn back and look to him and then turn away and continue. .. He waits stubbornly for our age – old game . I eventually , when he is no more than a distant dot against the trees , turn around , sink to the ground and serenade him to join me. With childlike abandon he runs as fast as his little legs can carry him, with the proud gallop of a thoroughbred horse. The moment is all his , he never tires of its joy. Neither do I. I just love my mutt.