December 23, 2010
It's a Canine Christmas
Barkley the black lab watched me quietly as I sipped tea and picked up a book, Celtic Women Christmas playing softly, as I read out loud a poem by Boris Levinson. He picks his head up as if he can almost understand the words.
Yes, as many people might say, he's just a dog. He'll never win any awards as a rocket scientist. He still sits patiently by the spot next to the counter where once a roast chicken fell on the floor, as if there's a secret poultry shrine there and if he waits long enough, another will reappear on its alter. He'll chase the same ball for an hour, convinced he's on some major breakthrough in retrieval tactics. And he's consumed an entire pizza, a sock, a plastic sandwich bag, a jalapeno pepper and a dead worm, all with the same gusto.
But our pets are family to many of us, and are much more than animals. They teach us about unbridled living in the moment and following your heart. They teach us to appreciate the simple things. . . fresh coffee cake warm from the oven, the glint of sun off a pond that matches the brilliance of the Christmas lights, one last walk around the neighborhood as the stars finally fade. As Barkley goes into full point on a plastic reindeer in someones yard, I think how he has also pointed me to the things that matter in life. Loyalty, devotion and love without strings attached.
Just an animal? So much more I think, as he pulls me through the the woods as the Christmas season is upon us. Ignoring the cold, we look into the heavens for a last glimpse of the Dog Star; we run joyfully up the nearest hill, as Sirius is so near.
One of the things I regularly give thanks for is our canine friends. They are both our companions and protectors, and we are sometimes the same to them.
Posted by: Tregonsee at December 24, 2010 05:37 AMDogs are our hearts laid bare.
Posted by: Secesh at December 24, 2010 09:27 PMMerry Christmas Barkley. You're a good boy.
Posted by: Six at December 25, 2010 01:55 PM