Saturday, February 23, 2008

My Dog Towhee

A story to share.


My Dog Towhee

Jerome K. Jerome said, "He is very imprudent, a dog is. He never makes it his business to inquire whether you are in the right or in the wrong, never bothers as to whether you are going up or down life's ladder, never asks whether you are rich or poor, silly or wise, sinner or saint. You are his pal. That is enough for him."

I have vowed to be more like my dog. No, not in that way.

Each day when my faithful canine companion goes outside, she is so excited to see the outdoors. She can't wait to sample the new day. She rejoices in having another chance to walk the earth. I need to be more like my dog.

My faithful canine companion's name is Towhee. She's a Heinz 57. I knew her mother, but her father was an anonymous giver. I believe her to be half-pit bull and half-poodle. She's a vicious gossip. It doesn't bother her not being a purebred. She's happy that she doesn't have to wear a sweater.

She is the official greeter at the Batt Cave. She's like an over-zealous, drooling Wal-Mart greeter. She's a good dog, but she does have her bad habits. I have my bad habits, too.

She eats things she shouldn't. I do, too. She snores. So do I. She's a few pounds overweight. So am I. She likes tennis balls. I like meatballs. She likes the sound of the refrigerator door opening. I like the sounds of Billie Holiday and Louie Armstrong. She licks herself in front of company. I lack the flexibility. She has conspiracy theories involving squirrels. I have conspiracy theories involving lutefisk. The dog and I are sensitive, caring creatures. We both cry when my wife leaves the house with the credit card.

Towhee is no Rhodes Scholar. She's more of a roads scholar. She loves going for rides. She goes with me when I haul our recycling. She may just sit in the car, but to her it's like a trip to Disney World.

She doesn't play tug-of-war. She doesn't like confrontations. If you try to play keep-away with her, you keep it.

She knows how to sit and how to shake. She turned down a scholarship to a fine Ivy League obedience school.

She makes up for whatever she lacks with her boundless enthusiasm. She is always happy to see me when I come home. She jumps and runs in circles. It's her patented spin-move. It's her dance. Her dance of joy.

I say a little prayer each day, wherein I ask to become the kind of man my dog thinks I am. Andy Rooney once said that the average dog is a nicer person than the average person.

Towhee has never told a lie. She doesn't complain, except when I forget to let her back in the house. She doesn't sulk or bear a grudge. She forgives, quickly and completely. To err is human. To forgive is canine. She never worries about who will be winding her wristwatch after she's gone.

If I make a fool out of myself--a specialty of mine--Towhee makes a fool out of herself. That's a friend. She's a good listener and gives me good advice. She talks to me, but never when others are around. Towhee expects good things to happen to her. She is like Seneca, who said, "Nothing is so wretched or foolish as to anticipate misfortunes. What madness is it to be expecting evil before it comes."

Towhee would have liked the old Roman philosopher. Plato said that a dog has the soul of a philosopher. To Towhee, the whole world is a smell and each day is a wonder. Each stroll into a different room offers an endless variety of pleasant surprises.

Towhee is happy being a dog. Her tail-wagging optimism is something to be emulated. Towhee is just happy to be alive and to have people who love her. I feel the same way.

~ By Al Batt ~

17 comments:

Lacy said...

woofies Happy, pawsome post....sounds likie he likes his doggy, dont it...

b safe,
;)lacylulu

Simba said...

All humans should be more like dogs, the world would be a better place.

Simba x

wildcatsthree said...

What a wonderfully well written story. If only we could really be more like our dogs,we'd be much happier. You can tell the author is a true dog lover. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Chris, Abby & Rosie

Marla said...

Yes! I agree. I try to have a good attitude too. Does not always work so well though.

Mack said...

I want to meet Towhee!

Buster the Wired Fox Terror said...

Heya! A bunch of us bloggie doggies meet in DWB Chat every Sunday for some barkin fun. 9 a.m. EST (New York) Time - 10 p.m. Singapore time. Peemail me for the secret chat address if you wanna come to our weekly barkfest - wiredfoxterror@yahoo.com

Bussie Kissies
Buster

pee ess - Since stupid daylight savings time some of us have started coming in at 8 a.m. EST/9 p.m. Singapore time.

Gus and Louie said...

That was awesome. We feel the same way. We are so happy when Mom gets home and then we show the same over welming joy when Dad comes in an hour later. We are just happy to be loved and hoping that we will go to the lake soon!!!!

Big Sloppy Kisses
Gus and Louie

Thor said...

I feel like Towhee! Happy to have peoples who love me! Great story! Thanks for sharing to us!

Love and licks
Thor

Lorenza said...

Hi, Happy!
Thanks for sharing this with us! Many humans have lots of things to learn from us!
Kisses and hugs
Lorenza

Moco said...

Well said. Grammie always says that she would rather spend time with her dogs and cats than most humans.

Xsara ... said...

Thank you for sharing!

ET said...

a great story!

Crystal Jigsaw said...

Sparky sends big kisses and wonders if you would like to play catch.

xxxx

wildcatsthree said...

Greetings Happy!
We have some awards awaiting your pick up at http://blog.ourdoglog.com

Enjoy!
Abby & Rosie

MONA AND THE MOMMY! said...

Hi Happy,

the Mommy love loved this post--this guy understands the important things in life just like his dog does. To bad dogs don't rule the world cause it would be a much wonderful place to live.

Mona

Deetz said...

Someday I hope my human mum and dad learn a thing or two from me....they are pretty good humans, atleast my mum. Dad needs a little work...lol...
Deetzy

Balboa & Mommy said...

what a beautiful story, too bad all humans don't feel the same way.

Frenchie Snorts
Balboa

P.S. Thanks for stopping by my mommy's blog, that made her very happy.