Dog On Life

Live Like a Dog…Cool it and live longer

I’ve been trying to get my human to take life, and especially its little delays and aggravations, like a dog. In dog terms: “So you missed that rabbit or squirrel. Maybe that’s because the next one coming along is a lot slower.” As I think back over my life and my observations on older dogs, they seem to have developed that thinking so that it’s just part of their outlook on life. Save all the butt tightening for the bigger stuff like real danger, hunger, and all. Riding in the car with the average human, especially men, is stressful enough. It’s not the driving, it’s their impatience with others. My human is a perfect example. He has at least ten names for slow, inconsiderate, poor drivers. None of the ten can be repeated in print. If he doesn’t use that hand signal with the finger once in every drive, I’m hoping for a bigger dinner that night…he must be in a good mood. Anyway, as dogs know, some of the delays in life are there for a reason. Think back on some of the times that others caused you to slow down. Maybe you missed being part of the big accident up ahead. Anyway, today we were at the place where the humans go in with boxes or a lot of paper stuff and come out without it. He was there to get he pass-something renewed. He had an appointment and had waited for a while. A family came in and sat on the bench in front of him. When the man came out to call people, he took my humans name and let the family in ahead of him. I could smell his ears burning and see his temperature go up. He calmed down and another family came in and were told that it would take five months to get an appointment or they could come sit in line during the week which generally took several hours. Just then they called my human. He told the family to hold on and asked the man if he could give up his appointment for them because it was not an emergency for him to get his pass-whatever. The man told my human to wait a second and called the family in. They thanked my human because the family wanted to travel in the next few weeks. The man returned in a minute and called my human over and did the paper stuff for him right there. So he and the family got what they needed. In the car on the way home, my human said, “George, if that first family hadn’t gone in front of me, I would have been in the office when the second family came in and they might not have gotten to travel.” I could tell that it made him feel good. I felt good too, because he might learn that: When you miss a rabbit or squirrel, a slower and bigger one might just come along next. I think that humans call it patience. Dogs call it living cool.