I am your dog!

A story about the bond between a dog and a human.

Introduction

I was clearing my desk yesterday (yet again) and came across an article that I wrote in 2007.  It’s a message of love; the love of a dog for a human.  But before going to that article, look at the photo below.  It’s a wonderful example of the joy of having Pharaoh in my life.  It was taken in July 2006 at the airfield in Devon, SW England, where a group of us shared a Piper Super Cub, about which I wrote in Learning from Dogs in August 2009.

If you think Pharaoh is smiling, I’m not going to argue with you.  First time in the Cub, first time strapped in to the rear seat, everything utterly strange and Pharaoh is clearly more joyful than the pilot!

Happiness is sharing life with your dog!

Anyway, to the article.  I wrote it in September, 2007, based on something that was sent to me from an unknown author, and modified to reflect the special relationship that I had, and still have, with my then four-year-old German Shepherd, Pharaoh.

I am your dog and have something I would love to whisper in your ear.

I am your dog and have something I would love to whisper in your ear.

I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise, some have to do this alone.  It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life.

Look down at me now. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours.

You smile at me.  I see love in your eyes.  What do you see in mine?  Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrongdoing for just a simple moment of your time?

That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes, and be with me.

So many times, you have been saddened by others of my kind, passing on.  Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat.  Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract-clouded eyes.  Still the love is always there, even when we must take that last long sleep dreaming of running free in a distant, open land.

I may not be here tomorrow.  I may not be here next week.  Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when grief fills their souls, and you will mourn the loss of just ‘one more day’ with me.  Because I love you so, this future sorrow even now touches my spirit and grieves me. I read you in so many ways that you cannot even start to contemplate.

We have now together.  So come and sit next to me here on the floor and look deep into my eyes. Do you see how if you look deeply at me we can talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come not to me as my owner but as a living soul.  Stroke my fur and let us look deep into the other’s eyes and talk with our hearts.

I may tell you something about the fun of working the scents in the woods where you and I go.  Or I may tell you something profound about myself or how we dogs see life in general.  I know you decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share things with.  I know how much you have cared for me and always stood up for me even when others have been against me.  I know how hard you have worked to help me to be the teacher that I was born to be.  That gift from you has been very precious to me.  I know too that you have been through troubled times and I have been there to guard you, to protect you, to be there for you always.

I am very different to you but here I am.  I am a dog but just as alive as you.

I feel emotion.  I feel physical senses.  I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a dog on two feet; I know what you are. You are human, in all of your quirkiness, and I love you still.

So come sit with me on the floor. Enter my world and let time slow down if only for a few minutes.  Look deep into my eyes and whisper in my ears. Speak with your heart and I will know your true self.

We may not have tomorrow but we do have now.

Postscript.

Just three months after writing the above, on December 17th, 2007, I flew in to Hemosillo Airport in Mexico to spend Christmas with Suzann, sister of dear friend Dan Gomez, and her husband Don down in the coastal town of San Carlos.  That’s when I met Jean, leading to me and Jean falling in love.  Jean then came to England and I came back to Mexico in June, 2008.  In September, 2008 Pharaoh and I left England permanently and travelled out to San Carlos to be with Jean and her dogs.  In February, 2010, Jean and I, Pharaoh and twelve other dogs, and six cats all moved to Payson, Arizona.

In November, 2010 Jean and I were married.  So the miracle for me and Pharaoh is that when I wrote that piece back in 2007 this most beautiful future was yet to unfold.    I never miss a day when I don’t, “… come sit with me on the floor. Enter my world and let time slow down if only for a few minutes.  Look deep into my eyes and whisper in my ears. Speak with your heart and I will know your true self.”  Now not just with Pharaoh but with Hazel, Dhalia, Sweeny, Casey, Loopy, Lilly, Ruby, and all the other beautiful dog souls.

Jean and me, Yecora, Sonora, Mexico. June 2008

13 thoughts on “I am your dog!

  1. Here in Australia most blokes have dogs, we look after them much better than we would our own human friends, until recently I had six of them; one was taken by old age and illness claimed my favorite, two of them are with my daughter right now trying to hunt down a wombat which keeps breaking the fences in the farm so I only have the little ones with me at the moment …. somehow it don’t feel quite right without all of them barking and howling and keeping me neighbours awake at night :-).

    there’s a story around here about the “Dog in the tucker box”; they say you’re not an Aussie unless you know the story so here you are … now you can all be honorary Aussies!

    http://goaustralia.about.com/od/nswsightseeing/a/gundagai2.htm

    It really is true, to become a true blue one has to do and know certain things, knowing why the dog sat on the tucker box is one of them, so is finding “The back of Bourke”, directing someone to “Woop Woop” or understanding why a meat pie must be eaten using only the one hand 🙂

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    1. PS, thanks for the link and your reflections on being an Aussie! And Jean just loved the fact that, you too, are a multiple dog owning family.

      I must say that Australia is a land of many contrasts. I emigrated from England on the 10 pound ticket to Australia in 1968 and found myself working for ICIANZ at their offices in Circular Quay in Sydney. But after a year of the office job hankered after seeing the real Australia and left the ‘desk’ to spend many months touring the outback in an old Landrover. Essentially drove from Sydney up along the coast to Cooktown, then inland across to Darwin, down to Alice Springs then South and West to cross the Nullabor to Kargoolie. From there up to the coast at Port Hedland and Broome then back South to Perth and then South Coast to Adelaide and eventually back to Sydney.

      Over three months and 13,000 miles. The greatest adventure of my life. There was a point South of Newman (I think) where there wasn’t a township within a radius of 250 miles and we slept out under the stars. Long, long time ago now! Came back to the UK in 1970.

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      1. Yes, there are places in Australia where when driving at night one dips the high beam for an oncoming vehicle …. an hour later it will pass you. Also in case readers want to know why a meat pie must be eaten with only one hand … It’s so you can still hold your beer with the other! 🙂

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  2. Absolutely beautiful! The story..the pictures…one of the “aha” moments of life. Words are worthless to express my sentiments…but Thank You for sharing….

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  3. Such a wonderful view point from our fourlegged friends Paul, and so pleased that you shared this.. We often find we are caught within our busy lives and before we know it we turn around and our pets are old and gone.. Make the most of every moment, not only with our four legged.. but with our two legged as well.. We get so busy running around, before we know it our families are grown and flown the nest… and our grandchildren arrive………. ( Im deffinately sitting down on the floor and taking the time to be in the now who ever want to join my space…) for the time is now for making the most of our lives.. Blessings to you Paul and Jean. Lovely photo’s .. ~Sue

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    1. Connie, thank you. And thanks for taking a peek at Learning from Dogs and leaving your greeting. We will be in touch with B. re the GSD puppies before the end of the day. Best wishes, Paul & Jean.

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  4. Hi Paul, I do believe this comment belongs on this post … two videos, part of a true story about an Aussie dog, a modern day “Dog on the Tucker Box”, a true blue friend to an entire town who eventually ended up building him a statue … yeah, not “it” but “HIM”.

    First video shows you how tough Aussies animals are ,, watch the fight, it’s awesome, I laugh every time I watch it. they say it really happened. 🙂

    Second video is the trailer for “Red Dog” – The Pilbara Wanderer! , hope you get to see the movie

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