A Dog's Purpose

It has been hot today.  My air conditioning is out.  Doesn't look like it will be fixed soon.  I have been a bit concerned about my dogs, who have been spending time on the cool kitchen floor.  They have been panting a lot, which is unusual for them. My thermostat has read 87 degrees most of the day, even with four large fans running.  I'm pretty much just pushing the hot air around rather than cooling anything off.  Earlier this evening I put both of my Yorkies in the shower and let cool water spray them for a while.  You would think that I had given each of them a T-bone steak, they seemed that happy to be cooler.  It made me think about how much joy they give me and how little they ask in return.

I have been pretty quiet today.  Heat, high humidity and I are not friends.  I read some, entered some things in my genealogy program and messed about on the internet, catching up on some blog reading and researching some things of interest to me.  In my travels through cyberspace, I stumbled upon the following.  I recall seeing this before but had not saved it.  I decided to share it with you because of the truth it contains.

A Dog's Purpose, From a 6 Year Old
Post by Thegreenman

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.

Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ''I know why.''

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.

He said, ''People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?'' The six-year-old continued,

''Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.''

Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.

ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!