Here on The Wiener Takes It All, we are all about the love. I love Dan, he loves me. We love Mort, Mort loves Jumbones. So, in the spirit of Valentine’s Day and all things red, pink and heart-shaped, the next week’s posts will all be about love.
In the spirit of this big love fest, it seems wrong not to include you all. I love writing this blog, but I especially love that all of you take the time to read it, subscribe to it and comment on the posts. And I really love hearing stories about your dogs, and seeing pictures of them. So I think we should all pay tribute to the dogs in our lives, and let everyone know how much we love them. Some of you have already shared with me some pictures of your dogs-which I LOVE, by the way. I’m going to put together a post this week featuring some of these pictures-but it would be great to include as many of you as possible. So, if you get a free minute, please upload a picture of your furry friends by commenting on this post, or email them to firstname.lastname@example.org, and tell me a bit about them. I’m sure Mort won’t mind sharing the spotlight for one day.
Anyway – let today’s blog commence…
I read an article yesterday, where scientists claimed to have proved that dogs really do love their owners. I don’t know how much money this experiment cost, how long it took, or how many people took part. What I do know is that they probably spent far too much time proving something that all dog owners already know to be true.
In my mind, it’s like ‘proving’ that women like shopping. That children like sweets. That Dan watches too much football.
Of course dogs love their owners. I can’t prove it-it’s like asking me to prove how Dan loves me. I don’t know how or why-I just know (he better, after this, anyway). It’s the same with Mort.
Dogs’ capacity for tenderness is unparalleled. Mort may be bolshy, and loud, and occasionally grumpy. But when you need him, he is there. On hand, in an instant, to cheer you up. He doesn’t know what’s wrong-he doesn’t care. He knows you’re upset. And that this needs sorting out, stat.
Recently, one of my closest friends has been going through a really tough time. Not ‘the shop has run out of Dairy Milk’ tough. Tough in the sense that her entire life has changed beyond recognition, in a very short space of time, completely outside of her control. Worse, she was made to feel that it was all her fault-when it wasn’t.
It’s difficult to know what to say or do to make a difference. You scrabble around for words, but find them lacking. This is when dogs come in. They know that words are overrated and often fail you-that’s why they don’t bother with them.
Mort didn’t know why my friend was so sad. All he knew was that there were tears – and that this was bad. And that they needed to be stopped, straight away. So stop them he did.
It turns out that it is pretty difficult to cry when a Dachshund is sitting on your chest, licking your face. Who knew?
Sometimes you find yourself in a hole, and you worry that you will never find a way out. You can’t think of a way to get yourself out, and eventually, you lose the will to find a way. Dogs never lose the will, and they will always get you out of whatever hole you have found yourself in.
And that, Mr Scientist, is how I know that dogs are capable of love.