I believe we grow up and are influenced watching our parents, neighbors, teachers, peers and their families. I love dogs and especially my Scottish Terrier. Not surprisingly, my family had two dogs (one at a time), specifically Scotties. My dad, a quiet, generous, hero for the downtrodden, after working hard at rotating shifts for Anheuser-Busch, would come home from the night shift and watch the sunrise while sitting outside or walking with our Scottie. He spoke of that time as his favorite time of the day. When I look into the beautiful, black eyes of my Scottie, MacGregor, I am reminded of my dad, now gone 10-years, I know my dad would love MacGregor and that makes me feel very connected to my dad, in a real way, everyday.
Pragmatically speaking, dogs are a lot of work, expensive and require committed responsibility. Just like humans, canines have breed-specific health and personality trait issues that cannot be ignored. They require frequent trips outside to relieve themselves and clean-up yard maintenance. I now live in an apartment, where I pay an extra $25 in my rent to keep my dog in residence. If he should damage the rental property, I would be liable for any damage. I had just finalized a divorce and was moving into my apartment (one of the few that still allows a dog), when I was laid off from my job of 13-years due to the failing economy. Initially in a panic, I became depressed at the reality of the nightmare situation that had I had feared and kept me in my marriage too long. The fact that MacGregor needed me, wagged his tail when he looked at me and looked forward to everyday with me, saved me, My dogs love is unconditional, something I value and have found nowhere else. My life would be far less without the companionship of the canines I have shared my space, time and love with here on earth.