Dogs Are People
A study of dogs
In an article in Psychology Today, I found the following -- dogs “seem to have emotions just like us” and that our four-legged friends should be entitled to “personhood.”
Do you feel the same way? I sure do. I was never an animal person until I fell in love with a man who treated his dog like you would a child. That seemed crazy to me that this four legged creature could basically be seen as an actual person and not just a pet (or a nuisance sometimes). I didn't get my first view on seeing this creature differently until my then boyfriend and I had a huge and loud argument. This "dog/person" got in between us and was advocating on my behalf. See as the person who was home most of the time feeding him, walking him and giving the sometimes bath, this dog/person started to care for me because in his eyes, I was caring for him. While pregnant and working from home, Lu (my dog/person) and I were often home alone together. When I would go to the kitchen to prepare food, he would tag along. I thought mostly because he wanted some of what I was fixing. I came to realize he was keeping me company. I began having conversations with him. Anyone standing outside of my door would think I was actually talking to a human being, or myself. I would ask him if he wanted to go to the park after lunch and his ears would perk up. Lunch was one of the words he knew. Come to think of it, he knew a lot of words. Bath, eat, lunch, snack (his favorite). I remember burning my hand and screaming out in pain. There was Lu, running to my rescue and actually licking my wound. When Lu got a little lonely, we got him a girlfriend. So now we had two dogs, but only one dog/person in my eyes because Lu was no ordinary dog. Soon Lu and his girlfriend had a little of puppies. OH BOY! 7 more little dogs to add to the mix. We had more dogs than actual people by this time. I would often look at how the dogs interacted with my newborn. Lu was very protective, almost like that was his baby. He would not let anyone except me or my husband pick the baby up. Lu was vain and spoiled. If you told him that he smelled, he would grab the scrub brush and hop in the tub. Who wants to be smelly? If he didn't like his dinner, he would turn his nose up at it and wait for you to fix him something more to his liking. Toward the end, Lu had people problems. He had a son that was driving him crazy, he had human ailments like arthritis and a hip issue. Finally, not wanting to be burden any longer, he one day took himself for a walk and never came back. We all cried for days on end wondering how he could just leave us like that. After all we had done for him. We loved him. My husband pointed out that it was because of his love for us and him that he didn't want to be a burden any longer and didn't want us to see him like that. Lu's picture still hangs in our house because he was our son. WE think about him during the holidays and we look at his son who sadly passed not to long ago, starting back at us in the photo album of our children. Now we still have Lu's girlfriend and another puppy to replace the void. They are our children also. They love and we love and it's beautiful.