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There’s Nothing More Than This
Perhaps a toss with a dog is why we’re alive
I have mixed feelings about dogs. As a kid, my family had our golden retriever, Julius, and our resilient street fighter, Freckles.
In high school we had Charlotte, who became my younger brother’s formidable nemesis from the first moment her paws touched our driveway, as she sprinted full speed to pile drive him into the car. Oh boy, this is gonna be fun.
She meant well, her spirit softening with age.
However, once in my twenties, with my own apartment somewhere between LA and Tokyo, small dogs yapping from the other side of the living room wall became the bane of my existence.
It’s not like I want to punt every small dog I see into a river, Anchorman style. Some are pretty cute, or just plain weird, which is fun, too.
I understand we want a furry little friend to strut around town, and who else will give us unconditional love whether storming through the door at 3am after a night out, or when we feel we’ve made a mistake and just need some consoling?
Not our partner, or our mother, or our best friend. They’re human, too, and won’t always give us what we think we need. But dogs will. And if we think we just need some lovin’, a dog will hop on our lap at the snap of…
