“God… sat down for a moment when the dog was finished in order to watch it… and to know that it was good, that nothing was lacking, that it could not have been made better.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
Ten dogs have left pawprints on my heart over fifty eight years. There was a thirteen year long dogless period while I went to college, medical school and residency, living in inhospitable urban environs, working unsuitable dog-keeping hours. Those were sad years indeed with no dog hair to vacuum or slobber to mop up.
The first dog in our married life, a Tervuren, rode home from Oregon on my pregnant lap in the passenger seat, all sixty five pounds of her. I think our first born has a permanent dog imprint on his side as a result, and it certainly resulted in his dog-loving brain. Four dogs and thirty years later, we are currently owned by a gentle hobbit-souled Cardigan Corgi who is nearing the end of his time on earth, but still has a hop in his step and a wag in his tail.
Dogs could not have been made better among God’s creations because they love unconditionally, forgive without holding a grudge and show unbounded joy umpteen times a day. It’s true–it would be nice if they would poop only in discrete off-the-path areas, use their teeth only for dog designated chew toys, and vocalize only briefly when greeting and warning, but hey, nobody is perfect.
So to Buttons, Sammy, Sandy, Sparky, Toby, Tango, Talley, Makai, Frodo and Dylan: God was watching when He made you and saw that it was good.
You were good for me too.