An airman returns home after a 14-month deployment (via ):
If that doesn’t – at the very least – make you smile, you should seek therapy immediately or legally change your name to Coldhearted McBastard.
Best part is at the end, where he picks up one of the dogs. Oh. Mah. Gawd.
Redhead Infidel sent me the link last night, and I watched it and cried because for some reason, those dogs remind me of Digger, Peace Be Upon Him. Hell, I woulda cried even if they didn’t remind me of Digger.
And sent it to me this morning and said she imagined that must have been how Sunny and Maggie reacted when Rupert came home, and I would say yes except for the part about picking them up. I wouldn’t even want to see a healthy 18-year-old football linebacker pick Sunny up, unless he wanted to pop a hernia right out through his testicles.
Dogs have always amazed me, how they remember us. When I was 21 and living with my boyfriend at the time by the name of Carl, we got a puppy who we named Kirby, who was a golden retriever of the highest character and quality; a very good boy. Carl and I broke up and he moved to another state when Kirby was about 18 months old and he took Kirby with him.
Carl and I stayed friends, and about a year later, he came to visit and brought Kirby along. When Kirby saw me, he completely FLIPPED OUT. By which I mean, he squealed, sang, howled, snorfled, and literally peed himself as he swirled around me, licking my hands and face. I felt bad about the peeing-himself part but it was the most awesome thing I’d ever experienced with any animal. He remembered me after all that time, and he loved me.
I don’t give a shit if that’s anthropomorphizing. I know what it felt like, and it felt totally awesome. I think it was at that moment that my lifelong adoration of dogs began. I’d been a cat person until that point and just didn’t really understand the appeal of dogs. I understood it the day Kirby peed himself in glee for me.
Dogs. They’re good people.
great video-I cried too
Dogs are affectionate, loyal, intelligent and more than slightly brave. My favorite is the Alsatian (sometimes called German Sheperds). I dream of having a nice farmhouse someday big enough to have two female Alsatians so they can run around and terrorize lesser animals.
Cute video. I’ve seen it on Pat Dollard, Cassy Fiano, and a few other blogs.
Nothing nicer than a big dog with Arab on his breath.
Great video, Yeah dogs are good people.
I don’t mind cats. Have known a few really good ones (Petri, may she rest in peace). But there is nothing like knowing you have a ball of fur at home ready to come flying into your arms when you return from where ever it is you’ve been. It has nothing to do with being needy
It’s also nice to know that if anybody messes with you, whether big or small, your dog will put up a fight if you’ve treated him/her right.
My son has a dog who I see maybe once a year since I live in Ottawa and my son lives in Arizona. My “granddawg” remembers me and my husband when we come and is happy to see us and doesn’t give us the growling barking gears like she gives strangers.
Pretty amazing.
Thanks for a heartwarming video that’s helping make up for the CNN coverage of the election.
Deborah
Oh, man. Thanks for the smiles, and the tears. I miss having dogs. (Living in an apartment sucks.)
I saw that video several years ago. It’s still makes me smile and tear-up, but I hate that “14-month deployment” has been added to the description. When I first saw it, that wasn’t part of the description because I would have immediately said WTF, just like I’m doing now. Airmen were not doing 14 month tours then and I’d be willing to bet they aren’t doing them now.
I think that got added because it makes the military look bad. And that irritates me. A lot.
Most AF tours were and are 3 to 5.96 months.
Thanks again, Rachel.
Awwwwww, and they’re even herders, too! That 90 mph tail just about killed me — waggawaggawaggawagga — *sniff!*
Saw this earlier this afternoon, and it still makes me cry my eyes out. Joyous and beautiful.
SO sweet! I totally cried as well. Dogs are awesome.
I did NOT smile. I did NOT laugh.
I bawled like a freakin baby.
I ‘dogsat’ my parents beagle, Howie, when they went to Europe this spring. When I brought my mom and my daughter home from the airport the poor guy did a gazillion cheetah flips, he was so happy to see her. It reminds me of a joke a Marine general told us at a graduation ceremony. Talking about wives and dogs: “I know your wife is supposed to be your best friend, not your dog. However, lock each one in the trunk of your car and come back an hour later. See which one of them is happier to see you.” Sad thing is, knowing his wife, I could understand why the dog was the better friend. Oops…did I not say that in my inside voice?
Great post. Made my day….
Dogs are wonderful. Imagine a whole kennel acting that way. :)
Had a friend many years ago who had the coolest dog. Mom was 1/2 wolf/huskie. Dad was half wolf/half german shepherd. The gentlest, bad ass looking canine I’ve ever seen. Anyway, she and her husband divorced, and she got ‘custody.’ After some initial moping, Shasta seemed to be ok and was a happy dog, until one day my friend, who like all sane people, talks to her dog, used the word ‘Daddy’ in a sentnence. That dog cried and moped the rest of that day and just looked out the window all day long the next. They soooo remember, and they do love. She doesn’t use the ‘D’ word anymore, obviously.
Damn you woman! Tears running down my face and hubby wanting to know why. The black dog barking at him “don’t you ever leave me again!” I just know that’s what he’s saying. :)
Heck my dogs flip out when I come home from work after 8 hours. And when their papa was gone for a whole week and he came home they knocked him off his feet.
I don’t know if dogs can “love” but they sure do make us feel loved. =)
P.S. I sent you an e-mail from my @castocreations.com e-mail address. Hope it comes through the spam filters.
Sweet. I thought it was going to end with him saying “okay dogs, do you mind if I kiss my wife now?”
My dog Hannah had puppies and they got adopted out in sets of two to people we know. There is a big waterfront dog park near where we lived then and those dogs would sniff their siblings and come running from the far end of the park. Sometimes I didn’t even get to get out of the car before they found us.
I thought the puppies were only recognizing each other, but after Hannah died and I was going there with a new dog they still came to great me just as enthusiastically, tails wagging, and nails scratching the car door.
Our two Border Collies and I had a similar scene when I got back from my deployment. I really like when the one was barking while the other was getting attention…
Aw! I cried. I am a sap. I wish I could have a doggie. One day.
I have to say, when I boarded my two cats 4 and 5 year old cats for 4 days when I moved I worried they wouldn’t remember me or be mad. They were so freakin happy to see me. On the bed, an hour of head butts and nuzzles and purrs. It was awesome and I was so relieved they forgot about the boarding and were just happy to see me.
Once the little one realized it was a different house, she spent a day under the bed crying. When I said “I’m here!” we would have a reunion all over again. Then I would get busy, she would get scared by strange sounds (people upstairs), head back under the bed, forget and have a reunion – over and over again. :)
Yes they are. I saw that video yesterday on another blog.
But my best personal “homecoming” story concerns a cat, and one that wasn’t even mine. Several years ago I lived in an apartment, and was friends with a woman downstairs. She adopted a beautiful long-haired black kitten she named Chloe. I’d occasionally visit the neighbor, and Chloe and I really hit it off. I fell head over heels in love with her, and it was definitely mutual.
One day I found evidence of a rat in my apartment. My neighbor was going away for the weekend and I asked if I could borrow Chloe. I had never had a cat before in my life, so I bought cat food and a litterbox.
(I could go on for hours about Chloe, but I’ll try to keep it short here.)
My neighbor visited her boyfriend on weekends, so I started cat-sitting Chloe regularly. But my neighbor also let Chloe go outside, and she got pregnant. She had her kittens in my bedroom closet, and I adopted two of them. Shortly afterwards I discovered that I was allergic to cats. I developed serious respiratory problems and had to start taking medication.
Not long afterwards, my neighbor moved in with her boyfriend. He didn’t believe in allowing animals in the house, so she offered to let me take Chloe. I had to turn her down because at that point I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep the two kittens I had. It was touch and go for awhile. So my neighbor moved and took Chloe with her, and she became strictly an outdoor cat.
A couple of months later I visited them, and Chloe spotted me, trotted over, and spent several minutes licking my hand. It was a joyous reunion. She was clearly glad to see me and let me know it. And of course I was glad to see her.
A month later I visited again. I asked about Chloe, but was told that she had been attacked and wounded by another animal two weeks earlier and had been put down. She was only about two years old. It turned out that my ex-neighbor and her boyfriend didn’t believe in vaccinations, so Chloe hadn’t had a rabies shot.
I never visited or spoke to my ex-neighbor again after that.
OT: SNlive pulled the Bailout sketch from its site but it is still on Youtube
at the end of this clip. They are trying to put it down the memory hole because it hurts Obama.
sorry for off topic
See this and KNOW why dogs are the awesome…..
Oh. Dogs remember.
I cried like a girl, I mean like a baby. Awa shit I cried. I need a dog. Thank’s RL
If God didn’t give us dogs, we’d be a much worse off lot.
I gotta’ go splash some water on my face….
Ray that video of the Iraqi hating dogs was awesome.
Dogs remember kindness and cruelty, so no surprises there…
I saw this over at Cassy’s place earlier, and I had a big grin from around two or three seconds in!
Rickl, I don’t blame you – what kind of idiot doesn’t even get their pets vaccinated? If they didn’t believe believe in vaccinations and weren’t even capable of reading up on the subject, then they were obviously too damn stupid to be trusted with animals, anyway. It’s just a pity that Chloe had to pay the price.
I’m allergic to cats, too (and less so to dogs), but I find that with a daily dose of desloratadine, I’m fine.
Ray, maybe that’s because Americans tend to understand how great dogs are, and are actually nice to them rather than flipping out at even…oh, I don’t know…a picture of a puppy sitting in a WPC’s hat, for example?
I laughed through my tears. My parents had a dog once, Senna, who literally cried actual tears when my brother came home from Basic. She loved him and always made a fuss over him when he came home from college. It broke our hearts when my parents had to give her up (she loved and defended the family, but was becoming very aggressive with other children and my sister was seven at the time, and the dog finally bit a friend of hers, unprovoked), and we still remember how much she loved us.
I WANT A DOG… and while the husband isn’t quite Coldhearted McBastard, he’s close. He’s dead set against the idea of having a dog. He’s never had one (his father prefers cats, and that’s what they always had), and says that he can’t “emotionally invest” in a dog, since we have 2 kids and one on the way. I keep telling him that the kids need a dog, and that he will lose this argument eventually, but I need HELP, people. I need convincing arguments that will sway him. And he reads and comments on this blog, so he will see all of your answers. I warned him that I was going to do this, and he said “fine, go ahead.”
Any and all ideas are gratefully appreciated.
I think the wag of a dog’s tail is one the most amazing things going–love them. No dog, but I do have a granddog, an adorable chocolate lab who is an attention sponge.
So after all this the cat strolls in. “Oh, are you back? It’s about time. Change my litter box, pronto, and then rustle me up something to eat. Come on, hop to it!”
(Y’all do understand I’m joking, right? I know cats can be sweet, too.)
My little dog used to race all around the house yelping with joy every time one of us came home. I know that probably means she was badly trained, but we never had the heart to make her stop.
I love dogs too. That video made me cry like a babe.
Right now, our living arrangement only always cats, which aren’t so bad by the way. Sure, they’ll eat you if you gack and no food source is available, but hey?
Anyway, I had a cat many years ago, Bootsie was her name. We rescued her from I don’t know what. She was the first cat me and the ex adopted. We had her for years, and she was always alone, but came when I called her.
Long story short, the ex and I split up, it was nasty, and I came away with my kids, my clothes, and my job. Nothing else. The ex’s mom took Bootsie in.
Well, imagine my surprise, years later, when I bring the kids to see Grandma (she’s slowly dying, not a fun thing to watch) and Bootsie hears my voice and comes out and is just happy to see me. Rubbed up against me and wanted to be picked up.
I cried then too. Didn’t realize how much I missed the old bitch.
Maybe Bootsie was an exception, but still. A cat take I guess.
But I have to agree, dogs still rule. I’m hoping against hope we get our house next year and I can finally buy my kids (and me, lmao) a dog.
I miss the company.
We had a dog named Sugar, she was a pure bred American mutt who was probably the best dog we ever had.
Sugar thought she was our mom. My siblings and I would be outside playing and Sugar was always there to watch over us and never let anyone out of her sight.
My moms favorite story is about the time when I was four and was outside playing and my toy went towards the street. Well, being four and male I had no common sense and went after it.
Sugar came off the porch where she had been standing guard, grabbed me by the shirt collar and dragged me back to the yard. Then, she went over to the street and got my toy after looking both ways and making sure there were no cars.
Smartest dog EVER.
And Deanna, yea, you need a dog. A good mutt from the shelter that is part herding dog is perfect for kids. Mutts like that will guard your kids with their lives because they are that good and be their best friend too.
It’d be awesome if all our military could come home to a greeting like that.
Sigh. Puppies.
Deanna, you can use pets to keep kids home in the teen years. 13 year old girls looooove animals so much. When my daughter was in middle school I started letting her get any animal she wanted. We let our dog have puppies, and we got lizards, snakes, frogs, geckos, tortoises, and probably more I can’t remember.
It was the best investment I ever made. The night her best friend was gang raped at a post-football game party, my daughter was home waiting for lizard eggs to hatch. Anything that keeps a 17 year old girl home when all the other kids are out getting drunk and trading STDs is worth its weight in gold.
Also, all those critters gave us plenty to talk about which helped keep the lines of communication open. A dog would certainly do that, too.
It amuses me quite a bit that no Muslim ever gets to experience this particular moment of joy with which God has blessed us. Retarded religion, indeed.
That dog remembered you and still loved you, no explanation needed. It’s like when I say my children smiled at me shortly after birth. It wasn’t gas assholes. You just know (I also knew when they had gas).
My comment when I had seen this video before was that these dogs showed real joy.
Love this video.
When I moved to Ill Annoy in 1990, our family dog Burpy, a German Shepherd runt, was nearly 9 years old. I’d moved out of the house three years earlier but still saw her (and my parents) every weekend.
2.5 years later was my first chance to go back. Deeburp had arthritis and dysplasia, but dragged herself out of her bed yipping and crying when I came in the door, and stayed with me as much as I’d let her (I had to keep making her go back to her bed; she could not lie comfortably elsewhere).
When I was leaving, she knew. She dragged herself up, and I carried her back to her bed. She kept following me back to the door. What can you do? We went out to the front yard and sat in the sun like we used to do, and said goodbye.
She died a few months later. But we had had that time together. The Pack remembers.
Leaving a dog behind really truly sucks. People you can write and talk to, visit remotely in various ways. A dog… probably thinks you are lost. Or dead. The Pack is diminished. That’s part of why when or if you do eventually come back they are so happy! The whole world was wrong, and it just came right again.
Deanna,
I used to be just like your husband. Dead set against a dog. I never had one during my childhood. I didn’t want the responsibility, the dog hair, the dog poop! But my husband, and the kids, and the magical power of anti-depressants all converged in one moment of weakness wherein I finally said, “OK.”
We’ve had our dog for two years now and I love him SO much I cannot believe it. From the moment we got him I’ve been in love. I can’t believe I held out for so long. And now, I not only love our dog, I love all dogs. Every dog I see, I love. I am so so so so glad I “gave in” and got this dog. I can’t imagine life without him.
I hope my story helps you with your husband.
For the love of Dairy Queen’s Choco Chip Blizzards, Rachel, are you ever gonna answer ANY of my emails??? Or do I have to send you a bunch of doggie pictures just to get your goddammed attention again?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Tears in my eyes. No words except for awesomeness.
Almost a year ago I got home after a very long day. I had been out of the house for almost 14 hours and when I got home after feeding and letting my dog out I spent some more time feeding myself. But when I finally got a chance to sit down and just relax my dog, Max a 75 lb Lab/Pit mix, got up on the couch next to me, laid his head on my belly and just looked at me. At that moment everything was right with the world.
They know everything about us. They know what we’re feeling, they know what we’re thinking, they know when we’re sad, they know when we’re glad. They just know.
I can honestly say I never met a dog I didn’t like. I would never say that about people…ever.
Dogs rule.
I cant wait to see our dog,Liberty,make out with my husband.
We haven’t noticed any anxiety or anything.Although if Im in the house and I hit the car alarm she’ll bum rush the door thinking Daddy is coming in.
It is so funny that Liberty will only makeout with boys…so my FIL cuddles with her everynight.
As long as she gets along with the newborn,I’ll be happy.She can flip out when my husband walks through that door.
8 months to go!
AWWWWWWWW.
That was incredible. I couldn’t help but giggle. Thanks for sharing!
It would not be pleasant to watch a man pick up my dog. She’s a Great Dane. She’d love it – she mistakenly believes her giant self to be a lap dog. Watching a back break on camera would not be fun, however.
I love dogs. Great video.
(I come here for the dog blogging.)
But I have to add that they would probably react the same way if he just came back in because he forgot his hat. :)
/snark
Every time I watch this video, it makes me jump up and play with my dog.
To us, they are part of our lives; to them, we are the center. Well, us and the food dish.
Deanna,
You can tell your husband that having a dog in the house supposedly lowers the risk that children will develop allergies. I hope this helps. Have you tried taking your husband to the local animal shelter to show him all the dogs that need a home?
Yup. Diamonds may be forever, but Glee Pees are priceless!
My son got down on the floor with our Boxer, Bo, to watch Heroes last night. Bo, after freaking out with joy for 5 minutes (we have to pause the TV because his snorfling is so loud) finally settled down with his head on Jonathan’s shoulder and his foreleg tucked around J’s arm like he was holding on tight.
So sweet. Bo loves his Boy so much.
Makes all the dog hair, occasional puke, and bagged poops worth it.
Amazing dogs are eternal.
Towards the end of “The Odyssey,” Odysseus finally returns to his home island after 10 years of fighting and another 10 years of wandering. He is in disguise. His old and infirm dog, who has been waiting 20 years for him to come home, recognizes him, drags himself over to Odysseus, licks his hand, and dies.
There are no cat stories like that.
I loved that soldier vid of the dogs hatin’ on Iraqis. I’m sure that dogs KNOW that Muslims hate them. They can smell the hate.
That video was pure gold.
Yeah, for the first few months after I got Sadie, I had to develop a little coming-home routine. Rather than just walk in the door and plop on the couch like a normal person, I quickly learned to open the door with my arm fully extended, just tapping it open with the tips of my fingers, standing as far back from the doorway as I could…
so Sadie would come OUTSIDE before she did her little “glee pee.”
My best friend’s step-father was a hard-core country farmer type. For most of his life, he had only huntin’ dogs. About 8 or 10 beagles kept locked up in sad little kennel areas outside for all but 4 or 5 weekends a year; they were working animals for him, that’s all, no purpose of companionship. Then, while my friend and I were in college, one of our friends gave my friend’s mother a Shih Tzu. Well, let me tell you, that dog and that grouchy old farmer man took to each other like you wouldn’t believe. He baby-talked it, held it in his lap while watching TV, pampered and spoiled that dog. It was very funny (and heart-warming) to watch.
Kirby – RIP
I was all misty BEFORE I even watched the video, while reading your story about Kirby and his love for you. Now after the video I have soaked the front of my shirt.
Rachel, although I wouldn’t trade my daughter for all the riches in the world, I have to say I think you are onto something here about not having children, but instead having dogs in your life. Those dogs reminded me of how kids are when they’re about 3 or 4 years old. They still see mom and dad as heros and are so thrilled to see you when you pick them up from daycare or baby-sitting. So, apparently, with dogs you get to have that same unrepented outpouring of love and joy for 12 to 15 years straight.
I’ve found that having a good cry is as important to my day as having a good laugh.
Thanks for that.
Ah, you saw this, too! (With many thanks to the Redhead.) I loved this. It shows perfectly why I love and adore dogs.
Deanna,
Has your husband actually spent time with a dog before? Because I notice that most people who claim to dislike dogs that aren’t severely allergic to them have had little or no contact with them.
Converting your husband into a dog lover may be as simple as leaving him alone in a room with one.
What a great video. And yeah, I cried a little bit.
It makes me think of the little prayer: “God, please let me be as good of a person as my dog believes me to be.”
I think one of the reasons dogs are here is to show us what unconditional love is like.
Ah, the all cats, no dogs people…I was one, once.
Dogs = work. You have to walk them, you have to brush and bathe them. You have to play with them. And you cannot just leave them alone all wknd with extra food. These were my arguments against.
But then hubby sent me the photo from the shelter. Oh, he wanted a dog, alright. I didn’t, but I gave in. And now, a year later…we have a friend.
Yes, I get irked at being the walker. Yes, I grumble when I’m the one poop scooping the yard. Indeed, I detest when he’s gone all day and then too tired to work with the dog.
But…
The dog loves us. Someone told hubby dogs have no souls. That dog would run into fire if he had to for us. I LOVE cats. All 3 of ours. But that dog? It’s not the same. It’s just not the same.
Take hubby to a shelter. Find one that meets your energy level, and then be prepared to spend way too much $ as you’ll spoil the beasty rotten.
Those look like border collies. My brother has one, and when he came home from Iraq, Max went apeshit. He sat in Jim’s lap and cried, literally.
Damn these allergies… always making my eyes water. I kow a certain lab-shep sweety that’s gonna get some extra play time with the old man tonight! Didn’t mean that to sound pervy.
Thanks for all the ideas, guys. Trust me, the husband is reading them all.
Mightysam, the only dog that my husband has spent any time with is my parents’ dog Rusty, a very sweet German Shepherd who loves our children, sheds like mad, and has breath that could wilt flowers. Yes, my parents are working on the breath thing. While he acknowledges that Rusty is a nice dog, he constantly complains about the dog hair that our kids come home wearing.
I think a big part of his problem is that he KNOWS that he would love a dog as a member of the family. He just feels like that he can’t stretch himself that much right now. I don’t understand this part of his argument, but there it is. It’s probably rooted in his childhood.
Our kids are almost 5 and 3 years old (girl and boy), with #3 due at the beginning of May 2009. I got my first dog when I was 4 and my brother was 2, and my mother was expecting my sister. I think our kids are ready and old enough for a dog. Although after my daughter (the almost 5 year old) dropped part of her PB&J sandwich at my parents’ house yesterday and Rusty gobbled it up, she was plenty annoyed with him and said, “I don’t want a dog anymore. I’d rather have a cat.”
I think I just absolutely love this post.
I shouldn’t really introduce politics into such a wonderful thread but I was JUST thinking this when I came to visit you today… And then my dog just greeted me home from work in much the same way.
Obama has no dogs; McCain has three. That *alone* might have been enough to persuade me to vote for McCain.
Thanks, Rachel. I travel for work about 2 of every 5 weeks, and our beagle, very much my wife’s dog, does the full-body wag whenever I get home from a trip, with stand-up-rub-my-tummy moves included every time. She knows her pack.
My dogs are always jerks, I can’t figure out why.
I went to Europe once and had a friend stay at my place and watch my dog. I was gone for 2+ weeks. When I got home I was all excited to see Max (Maxhole) but he ran right past my outstretched arms to greet my buddy who had been watching him.
He turned around and got all excited at seeing me, but he made sure that I knew exactly what he thought about me abandoning him.
I tried not to smile. Really I did. I held out for at least ten seconds. Maybe twelve.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, says “Home” like a big ‘ol dog.
My wife and I just got home from a 6-day trip to D.C.
The very first thing we did after landing, before even going home to unpack, was to pick up the dogs from the sitter.
Their unbridled happiness at seeing us after only 6 days away makes you feel like a much better person than you actually are.
I’m not such a cat person, but love my dogs to bits. I have the boys (two labs- an English and an American) and a female Australian Shepherd that rules the roost.
I am at work now till 2200. Can’t wait to walk in the door, drop on the floor, and yell “DOGPILE!” and hear them all jump off the bed and race each other to get Dad.
My wife sent me this link saying it reminded her of our 2. It definately does. I drive a tractor trailer and am gone for a day or day and a half. I am without a doubt their alpha male and they flip out. Usually with all their excited antics its better for me to just open the door and spend a few minutes on the front stoop with them before coming in the house. My wife gets very annoyed when they wake her when I come home in the middle of the night.
Dogs are great but I would say be very careful about getting them with children. Usually dogs consider themselves higher in the pack than the kids and sometimes little children can do things that dogs don’t like or understand. My son is 12 now and has been snapped at a time or two by our mild mannered golden retriever for startling her or not knowing they are challenging her. Now our labrador on the other hand, gets put it headlocks, noogies, and numerous wrestling holds and well, she just takes it. Herding dogs are not the best IMO for small children because they are naturally a little more aggressive and far more energetic. Retrievers are fun because if children like throwing and dogs like retrieving then its a match made in heaven. I think retrievers have enough protective instinct to do the job without being dangerous. Lola our mild mannered tennis ball retriever gave me a pretty serious “barking too,” when I was wrestling a little to roughly with my son one day. Actually if she doesn’t sleep in the bed with my son she positions herself between the family and the outside doors at night. With any dog if not already done, have them spayed or especially neutered to ratchet down their aggressive tendancys.
To end a long story, Dogs are great. 1000 times better than cats. Everyone should have a dog but research them very carefully. Way too many people get dogs because of a movie, or someone gives them poor advice. Certain breeds have predispositions that do not always match every owner.
A friend sent me this link and it is easily the highlight of my day, if not my week. What a great video. And the best part – at least to me – is that dogs tend to go nuts like that when you’ve been gone for 14 hours, much less 14 months. They are always just so happy to have you home.
There’s a reason why a movie can kill 100 people and no one blinks, but let one dog get killed and you have a near riot on your hands.
God bless ya for this post and for your love of dogs.