Who deserves more credit?

a dog that deserves more credit than he gets

One of the topics in The Daily Post “PostAWeek”  challenge is, “Who deserves more credit than they get?”

I couldn’t decide between bloggers, dishwashers or dogs, because they all deserve more credit than they get.

Dogs deserve more credit than they get for giving people companionship and unconditional love.  Dogs are particularly important to people living with chronic illness or a disability that has caused isolation and often alienation from family, friends, community and society.

Many people I know who live with chronic illness have a dog.  They are our four-legged friends who are there for us no matter what.  A dog can make us smile when we are in pain.  They’ll get up with us in the wee hours of the mornings when everyone else is sleeping.  They give us a reason to take walks or get outside for fresh air.  Their fur is soft and petting them calms us.  Their spirits are overflowing with sweetness.  Dogs give.  That’s what they do.  They give and they keep on giving.

Sometimes, and this is one of the greatest gifts that I get from the love of a dog, they offer a reason to keep on living.

“They can’t be nurses, doctors or teachers!” a desk attendant working at a hospital said to me one time.  We had struck up a conversation while I was waiting on a relative.  She became upset when I told her about my dog who was receiving medical care for bone cancer.

“There are children starving!  I can’t believe people spend money on a dog’s health care, while there are children who do not have the things they need,” she said.

I wondered how many of the nurses or doctors had dogs.  I knew the woman wouldn’t understand about spending money on a sick dog no matter what I said so I changed the subject.

Personally, I think dogs can help people be better nurses, doctors or teachers.  Plus, mine are all that and more.   Dogs can also make these jobs easier by giving love and companionship to patients and students.

I’ve been pretty sick for the past six months.  Recently, there have been times when I thought I would have to call for emergency help.  My dogs have been vigilant caretakers.  The older dog hasn’t left my side in over two months.  If I get up at 3am, so does he.  He knows I’m not well.  He is simply amazing.  I’ll be thinking the worst thoughts and he gets as close to my body as he can.  He doesn’t usually give kisses but lately, out of the blue, he’ll give me a quick little kiss as if to remind me they are here.

My dogs love me and they need me.  In this way, they literally save my life, over and over.

We hear about enormous amounts of money some people spend on their pets.  It’s true that veterinarian bills are expensive, but that isn’t the same thing as extravagant amounts of money spent for things like diamond covered collars, fur coats and all sorts of weird things a dog certainly doesn’t need and likely doesn’t care about.

I’d rather pay for a dog to get medical care than pay for my hair to be colored, manicures, an expensive car or the expensive things plenty of people spend money on.  This is a personal choice and comparably, I must admit, I think a dog is a heck of a lot more fun than what non-dog owners spend money on.

I don’t think it makes sense to criticize pet owners for spending money on pets, while people are in debt because they wanted a big screen television in every room of their house.

I’ve been judged and criticized for spending money on a dog and I find this pretty absurd.

A landlord I called once about an apartment got so angry when I told her that I live on a fixed income and have a dog, that I thought she was going to have a heart attack.  No joke.  She was ready to rent me the sweetest little cottage in the mountains.  She was praising me for raising a son alone and going to college.  I was all this and that, until I told her about my dog.  She started screaming at me over the telephone about how she was paying for my dog’s food via her taxes.

“I can’t believe you have a dog!” the woman shouted.   “It ought to be against the law for people who get help to have a dog.  I can’t believe it!”

I told the woman how little the dog’s food cost, but that didn’t matter.  I hung up on her because she wouldn’t stop screaming at me.

Magically, the next day I met the greatest landlord a dog owner could hope for.  She kept asking if I was sure the place was good enough for my dog.  We ended up being nice friends.

Fortunately and just as magically, the landlords I rent from now are wonderful and love my dogs.  I was afraid they wouldn’t allow me to have the bigger dog but when they saw him one of them said, “You are lucky to have him.  He’ll protect you out here.”

My family used to make remarks about how I could have a better place to live if I didn’t have dogs or that I would be free to come visit them since they won’t allow dogs in their homes.  After years gone by, I believe they recognize more the value of my dogs, but they still don’t let my dogs come inside and as a result, I hardly ever get to visit them.

Dogs help people in so many ways.  Being there for a sick person when everyone else is waiting on her to feel better is a great deed.

Their companionship and love make people feel happy.  I read once where being lonely is the number one reason for suicide.  I believe the love of a dog can help prevent this.

As I write, my son is visiting for the holiday.  He hasn’t felt so great lately either.   He has some serious health challenges in life.  After dinner this evening he suddenly got the biggest smile on his face.  His dog was lying on his back with his short legs up in the air.  He rests like that (he’s part Basset Hound) and he looks very funny when he does it.

My son went over and lied down beside him to rub his belly.  I guess most dogs like to have their belly rubbed.  Our younger dog was in on the scene shortly after.  It was such a wonderful moment.  My son looked happy and this made me feel good.  Both dogs were smothering him with love.

I asked him how he felt around his dog.  I like to use words to express my feelings and experience.  I think it’s good to have a way to talk about things.

He could barely talk without laughing when he tried to respond.  “Loyal, he’s so loyal.”

My son continued on, “He’s my protector.  Awww.  He loves me.  Look at him,” and he laughed again while he rubbed his best friend’s soft belly.  “He wants me to hug him.  Awww.  He’s so sweet!”  My son let out a deep breath of air.  He looked content and lied back on the sofa to rest.  I’ve always said, and definitely believe, that dogs are good medicine.

Earlier today the dog jumped from the back seat to the front and was out of the car as soon as the door opened when I arrived at my son’s apartment.  The dog is getting old, but so far this hasn’t slowed him down when he sees his true master.

This dog is a very special dog.  He has saved my son’s life several times.  He definitely deserves more credit than he gets.

Some people used to remark that this dog is a burden to me.  He is stronger than I am, which makes walking him a creative and carefully planned task.  He has seizures that break my heart, but not so many that they lessen his quality of life.  He is no burden.  He is a gift, a blessing and like all dogs, a teacher.

Thank you for visiting my blog.

dogkisses.


 

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12 responses to this post.

  1. Totally agree with you!
    I love my dogs – well, I think I love all dogs in general more than I do most human.
    I, too, prefer to get stuff for my dogs than going to the hairdresser or shopping or things like that. It feels good to know I’m not the only ‘crazy dog girl’ out there. 🙂
    A bit of a shameless plug, here’s a post about my dogs. 🙂
    http://cuppyskully.wordpress.com/2011/01/29/the-boys-who-tongue-kissed-me/

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    • Hello CuppySkully!

      Thanks for visiting and commenting. I loved your story and what cute doggies you have!
      From one “crazy dog girl” to another — Have a fun day in a dog’s world 🙂

      Michelle.

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      • Hai Michelle!

        Yeah I read and replied your comment on my post just now. Thanks so much. 🙂

        I just posted another piece about one of my boys, the little black one, Moshi. Hope you enjoy it too.

        What are the names of your dogs? Please write more about them.

        Woof,
        Amelia

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        • Hi Amelia!

          Thank you for the note and I surely look forward to reading your post. I’m busy ’til later, although it snowed, a light dusting, beautiful!, and I’m hoping that my appointments will be delayed. Around here everything gets delayed when we have, “weather.” I love weather!

          I’ve recently been thinking of writing about the dogs. I think I’ll write about our older dog the next time. The one in this photo! Our four-legged companions truly do deserve more credit. You’ve inspired me, so likely I’ll write something soon.

          Our older dog is quite the giver. He is my son’s greatest medicine. He is my very good friend. Lately, the times I’ve not been well, boy does he let me know he’s here.

          He’s usually what we call a, “foot-feller,” ‘cuz he likes to sleep next to feet. If I’m really unwell, he cuddles up next to me and puts his wonderfully large head on my side. He holds his huge hound dog eyes wide open and when I look over at him, I see a vigilant angel. They are wonderful beings!

          Whoa, you got me talking about dogs and forgetting my appointments :).

          Ruff, ruff…
          dogkisses2u!

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  2. I agree with you, dogs do deserve more credit!

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  3. To your list of those who deserve more credit: Cats.

    Dogs are my favorite, but cats are great companions too. (I have a soft spot in my heart for dish washers, as well.)

    Some of my local friends have a bumper sticker: “Who rescued who?” (The editor in me wants to change that to “Who rescued whom?” but editing could not add anything to the sentiment.)

    You have a great blog! And wonderful photos! I look forward to reading more.

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    • I don’t know how I could have written this without at least one “Meow!”

      The dishwashers I referred to stand on two legs with two strong arms. My son used to be one. I think they are very important to a fine dining experience, but the electric kind deserve more credit too. I wash my own these days and I really don’t the chore.

      When people say how nice it was that I saved my dog from the shelter I laugh inside. If they only knew how that dog saved me and keeps on saving me, day after day.

      Thanks very much for your compliments, but I sure hope my grammar doesn’t frustrate you. I give it a good try, but commas, its or it’s, semi-colons and hyphens are often guess work for me.

      Thanks for reading,
      dogkisses.

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  4. Lovely post with many gifts within. Thank you for it.

    How I wish I could once again give a dog what it needs, but I know I do them a service by recognizing my inability to do that. I lived 50 years always with a dog companion and have many wonderful memories.

    Now I have a cat who seems to think he is the best of both worlds, not requiring me to do what I can’t, but making sure I get up in the morning, take time to play, and take time to cuddle.

    I never tire of creation! [Okay, I must admit, I do have some issues with arachnids 😉 ]

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    • Well, I looked at some very nice images of arachnids in Wiki Commons. I didn’t know the word, but now I do :).

      It does take energy to have a dog, esp., a bigger dog. I think the little ones get exercise by running around inside the house. I’m really glad that people help me walk my dogs, but I may have to get a regular dog walker.

      We have a dog park nearby where my younger dog can play. The older one needs somebody strong to walk him due to “fear agression.” He’s scared of big dogs, they say, and becomes aggressive, so he’s on a leash at all times and I am cautious about where we walk him. Poor guy, he also has seizures but they are fewer than they used to be. He’s the one in this post. He has a limited social life, but loves our younger dog who seems to be his caretaker. And obviously one of his favorite activities is being with my son.

      I’m glad you have your cat. They are sweet too.

      Thanks for coming by, as always!
      ruff ruff…

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  5. Posted by Anonymous on January 1, 2011 at 9:37 PM

    I absolutely LOVE this post and the picture of your son smiling and laughing about the loyalty of his doggy! It is so true, the loyal love and the tail waggings of a dog are just so encouraging in a time of difficulty. I was just reading in Is. 61, and ran to share this on a post to your wonderful writing blog….

    Isaiah 61
    The Year of the LORD’s Favor

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    • Ruthie? Is this that one comment you said you forgot to add your name to? Wow. Just saw this and it sure sounds like you :). If you get this, do say hello and tell me how you are. Thanks for this comment too!

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