Much is changing with our new president making sure he returns us to 1950s America. But there is one who is not affected by it all.
Rumpy still lies at the foot of my bed each night, and at my feet whenever I’m home.
Rumpy still walks the perimeter of our yard each morning and evening to see what smells different since the last time.
Rumpy’s ears always perk up when I say “outside” or “cookie.”
He’s my constant companion when I cook and when I eat.
He comforts me when I’m sad and listens to me when I’m mad.
I believe that basically man is cruel and selfish. One need only look to the world’s current political climate to see that.
But dogs are our link to the spiritual world. They teach me there is much more in this realm than just me and my silly, self-centered wants. There are invisible things only they see. Smells that elude me. Sounds that I don’t hear because I’m too focused on my stuff.
Yesterday when I came home, I passed a neighbor walking with her dog. The dog sat at the edge of the driveway and waited for me to exit my car just to say hello. Contrast that to the thousand or so people I pass each day at lunch as I walk downtown Nashville and not one acknowledges my presence.
Dogs are the higher evolved beings. What is a struggle for me comes naturally to them.
I long to see the world the way dogs do.