My Dog Understands Humans Better than Dogs
I found my dog in a shelter in San Antonio, Texas. Being the only no-kill shelter in the area, he’d been living there for about a year. He was found by Animal Control abandoned and alone on the street at one year old, then taken to a shelter to live in a small kennel with about an hour of freedom per day until he was two years old. It should come as no surprise to anyone that he didn’t develop proper social skills.
And yet somehow, he has come in contact with enough people throughout his life to know to approach each one with caution. He will smell them, examine them, and watch them a moment to see how they react to his presence. If they are shy or distant, he will lose interest and leave them be. If they open their arms and welcome him, he will proceed with caution to nurture this new friendship. If they attempt to dominate him in any way, he will bark and back away, alerting of the potential danger.
When I am happy, he will bounce around with me and begin to play. When I am sad, he will jump on the bed and curl up next to me without command. When I am angry, he will get out of my way as I destroy everything in my path. When we first met, I asked him if he wanted to come home with me. He responded with a lick on my face. It’s how he response to most of my questions. He knows me, very very well.
But when it comes to other dogs, he is the epitome of naive. He acts like a puppy to the extent that people don’t believe me that he’s over a year old. He will whine when I won’t let him off the leash to jump and tackle the other animal, and no matter what kind of dog, what size, what age, or what temperament, my dog will relentlessly try to play.
And no matter how many times he is warned, growled at, barked at, and on one occasion, attacked, he will not give up on the idea that there is a creature in front of him who is just like him, who has been through what he’s been through, who has had to deal with people the way that he has, who has learned, loved, and lost, and can relate. There is absolutely no doubt in his mind that this animal wants to be his friend.
When you complain about “the friend zone,” this is what I hear:
Gosh darn it, why won’t this person whom I know nothing about but find physically attractive become sexually attracted to my personality instead of my looks?
The only reason I befriended this person is because I think they’re sexy and wanted to sleep with them and the fact that they don’t want to sleep with me makes them a shallow.
Gee wizz, why won’t this person have sex with me even though they are not sexually attracted to me?
Please do yourself a favor and get over yourself.
My dog is currently waiting for me back home in Texas while I gather my bearings here in LA. I can’t wait to bring him into his new home. I miss him so much!
"Why are we all so lost?"
It’s a question which stung when one of my closest friends posed it the last time we spoke to each other, speaking of course about our entire generation. She didn’t ask me the question, but begged me to answer it, knowing hopelessly that I would never be able to.
"Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it; a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can."
Yann Martel, Life of Pi
Homecoming 2.0: Story of a Baptism
I hope I never forget the first time I stepped into the Pacific Ocean. I often claim that there are moments in my life I will never forget, but my longing to keep the memory close is just as much a victim to time as anything else. I can’t swear to you who I will be or what I will know in five or ten years. All I can tell you now is that right now, I have a great pull in my heart towards this memory and a physically weighing desire to keep pulling it toward me until I die.
the only crossover worth talking about
I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS JUST HAPPENED ON MY DASH RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MY ENTIRE LIFE
I just want to always be looking at this.