What If Canines Ruled The World?

The question has rattled around in my head quite often in the past weeks, more so lately. What if dogs ruled the world? So often, folks responding to my articles will write that our canines have more of the attributes that we as humans think are "humanity" ...that our younger brothers, as the first people call them, have it figured out.

I've got no doubt but that they do.

Several years ago, while reading an article on grief, I read about a little boy who had lost his beloved dog. He was sad and crying, but his mom wanted to know why he was so self-composed, when she was a mess, and considering getting a ride home for them from a friend, unsure if she could make the drive home, she was so upset. She asked her son what he was thinking, since he had been best buddies with the canine since he had been a baby. Her son had insisted on being with his dog till the end....

Those innocent eyes of her son's gazed up at her in all their clear blue perfection, the clear blue of a summer's sky...so innocent, yet so comforting. He hugged his mom as they sat on the steps outside the veterinarians.

"Don't be sad, Mom, Blue had it all figured out", he said earnestly. "What do you mean, "figured out", mom sniffled and snorted as she blew her nose once again. "I mean this", he said, his little head pursed, trying to reach for words and a meaning that were far beyond his years and experience. "Blue had life all figured out. He wasn't scared to die, because he understood how life here on earth works. He had learned all he needed to know, and was glad to go back to where he had come from." he completed the thought. His mom looked at him with astonishment and pride. Then she gave him a big hug. "Lets go home", she said.

I'm sure that story has been repeated a million different ways from how I remember it, but it is right no matter how you put it. Dogs have figured out what life is all about.

Love.

You would be hard put to find a human being whose love was as unconditional and constant as a canine's. When all is lost, and there is nothing else Frax can think of to make me feel better, he is confident that just his warm, fuzzy body curled around mine, and unnumbered kisses will heal me. The strangest thing? They do.

The average canine cares not about 'public life'. He isn't into power. Money means naught to him, except as it pertains to its ability to buy the essentials: food, water, shelter. Canines are constant, they

aren't caught in sex scandals because sex in the canine world is natural and not perverted. Animals don't pervert what is meant to perpetuate the species. Only man does that.

"Apology" isn't a word in the canine dictionary. That's because even when he makes a 'mistake' from the human perspective, he only made the mistake thinking about it from a canine's viewpoint. That viewpoint is short and simple. Love one another. Have a job! A canine with a job, whatever that job is, is a happy dog. Collect as many friends as you can. Be true and loyal to them. Enjoy your food. Eat just enough. Play or work and make sure that you don't get fat.

Dogs have no need to apply scads of makeup, a doggie girdle, and the use of strategically placed lighting so that they 'look good'. They are what they are. Frax wears a fur suit, and it's perfection. He wears it all the time, and everyone thinks he's quite handsome! Dogs have no need of clothing, as humans do. But canines do seem to feel that humans have great deficits, and if clothes make them look and feel better~ well, they are all for it!

Dogs don't lie.

There's not a reason in the world to lie to anyone. Why do it? That's a dog's thought on the matter. Humans like to lie to get something they want very desperately. Power. Beauty. Money. Fame. They think that these things will build them a 'legacy' that other humans will remember long after they are gone, or that it will somehow make them happy.

That is just untrue though. How many of us can remember when they felt completely utterly loved and secure. It may be that some never have. It may be that is why humans aren't ever happy with gifts God has given them: a loving husband, children, family, enough to eat and drink, a place to lie their head, an honest day of work....a very good dog.

Yup. Our little brothers have it figured out. Ever wonder why humans live so long? Why they get so sick and feeble, so miserable at the end that many yearn for death's cold touch, still grasping, still not understanding, or having the comfort of faith in the life to come for those who have forgotten to first forgive others, so that they too, may be forgiven.

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*photos courtesy B.Vaught, picture of a heart stock photo, have no idea, but probably Getty