Barney (work in progress)
Acrylic on canvas
24 x 26 inches
Barbara Muir © 2011
Yesterday as I drove around doing the errands with Steven
I mentioned that I love dogs. We'd just driven by an
older man walking a proud little poodle, and watched a
young guy in his early 20s shuffling along with a big
lab. In both cases the dogs looked so delighted to be
with their owners out for a walk. "All dogs?," he asked.
Well in essence yes, but I don't like violent dogs, or dogs
that hurt my dog. Other than that I do love dogs for the most part.
Why? I have friends who are so frightened of dogs that I
have to put my old, docile Zoey in the basement when they visit.
I do understand, because I was a little afraid of dogs before
I owned Zoey. But having a dog has taught me a lot. Dogs
understand the joy of being outside (except in thunder storms),
and of movement. If a dog can't have a walk, it will invent a game
that gets it moving. I love visiting my friend and watching her big
black lab place his drool covered ball in her lap, over and over
so that she'll throw it. Plus for the most part dogs are happy,
and love being with people. I have two cats too, and before
Zoey came into my life I guess I was 100% a cat person.
All pets involve the work of feeding and taking care of them,
but then, in some ways so does every relationship involve
elements of care -- every relationship that matters.
I promise to write about how much I love my cats sometime
soon.
Have an enjoying the dogs in your world day
