But let’s talk about dogs. (Sorry cat people!) I have been surrounded by dogs for as long as I can remember. There’s always been a dog around to cuddle, to play with, and to love. Like right now as I’m typing this, I have a miniature schnauzer laying on my lap because she thinks she belongs there. Some might say she’s spoiled. And I say to those people: Yes. Yes she is.
For reasons unknown, she believes she’s as big as the two boxers we have. I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe it’s her big ego. (Seriously, she has a Napoleon Complex). She hates to back down but knows when to flee when they get too rough with her. Most of the time, she sits on the couch and watches the two play around and the look on her face screams: My god, those two are idiots. And for anyone who has had boxers, you know she’s stating the truth. But boxers are lovable idiots, regardless.Now, for some reason men have taken a special interest in wolves from the dawn of time and domesticated them into what they are today. I could bore you with the details of this evolutionary feat with a research paper I wrote back in 10th grade, but I won’t. But for some reason men have decided to lay claim to dogs. Why can’t dogs be a woman’s best friend, too? Why do we have to be stuck with cats and be known as the Crazy Cat Lady? Boys and their dogs have some sort of special bond and people have been writing about it for years. Lassie, Where the Red Fern Grows, Shiloh, Old Yeller, and plenty more classic tales. Off the top of my head, I can only think of one book about a girl and her dog: Because of Winn Dixie, which by the way was a really cute book. Girls can have special bonds with animals too, besides cats. Like right now, I’m bonding with my miniature schnauzer. Maybe I should write a book about that.