It’s no secret how much I love Girly Girl. She even cured my clinical depression that I dealt with on and off for 10 years starting at age 22. (Seriously, I got Girly Girl and I haven’t had a bit of depression since. Just like that! I didn’t even intend for that to happen). But I digress, this dog has a place in my heart.
Which got me to thinking, why do we love our dogs so much? One night I must reluctantly admit that I spent way too much time googling things like “How do you know your dog loves you?” and “Why do some people love dogs so much?” and “How do you know you’re the alpha dog?” I got a lot of very unemotional answers and it really didn’t satisfy my question.
So I dug deep into myself.
It doesn’t matter what I do, what I look like, how much money I make, or how big my house is – my dog thinks I’m the coolest and most important person in the universe. And I think she’s pretty special, too. So I ask myself, “Why?”
I spend my daily life figuring out which photos will get the most likes, which events I have to attend, I dole out gifts to important people in my life, I spend tons of money on clothes and shoes and beauty products. Why? To make myself more popular? Why? To make myself feel better? Because I know it’s not to make my dog like me more.
And speaking of my dog, none of you know her. I might talk about her here and there, you might see her pop up in my social media on occasion, but none of you really know her. She doesn’t really leave the house very much, she has no social life to speak of, she doesn’t have friends, she doesn’t have social media or an iPhone. She doesn’t get presents on her birthday and she eats the same thing every day of her life. Yet she’s the happiest creature on earth. And she loves me despite all of my shortcomings. And I love her despite her lack of social popularity and the fact she looks like a rat when wet (and smells worse than that). Not only do I love her, I cannot imagine my life without her. She has that certain “je ne sais quois”, she’s the peanut butter to my jelly.
Can’t we all learn something from this love? My dog will live and die as an unknown yet she will have changed my life forever. So what are we doing here? No one wants to die and be remembered as “that person with the great hair” or “that lady with three Chanel bags” or even “that broad with those super cool friends that always get happy hour on Thursdays”. Nope. We want to die and be remembered as “that selfless soul who touched lives”. And how do we achieve that? Let’s look to our dogs for inspiration: be yourself, be happy with what you have, and never take anything for granted. That’s all there is to it.
Happy New Year.
Girly Girl’s Proud Mom