Many of the comments I received on yesterday’s rant, The Perfect Dog, dealt with two areas of concern that I think bear repeating, letting dogs be dogs, and instant gratification.
Firmer skin, tighter abs, buns of steel, bigger this, better that, and of course the perfect dog are all (it would seem) just a mouse click away. Time it seems is a huge commodity that is hawked and lauded as the greatest thing since, well, bread you didn’t have to take the time to slice yourself.
I’m sure that we’ve all bought a product that is kind of like our dirty little secret, we keep it hidden from our friends lest they discover we purchased something that has “As Seen On TV” on the box. In rare cases the product may have even been useful and dare I say, worth the money? However, as I so subtlety put yesterday, the best results are achieved we get off our buns of steel and put in the time and effort that have produced fantastic results since time immemorial.
Someone a hell of a lot smarter than me once said “It’s not the destination that counts, it’s how you get there.” I think our dogs would agree that taking the time to work and bond with them, rather than choking them into submission, is a fine idea indeed.
The other frequent response I got was on the idea of the perfect dog. What does that mean exactly? A dog that never barks, never farts, never sniffs, never sheds, and always picks up after themselves? Dog lovers know that dogs are dogs and they are going to do dog-like things. They are not programmable and there is no software upgrade we can install to make them stop behaving like a dog.
They will seek out the foulest smelling thing they can find and bathe in it. They will sniff each other asses’ at the most inappropriate time. If they see a fire hydrant they’re going to want to piss on it. And if they see a mud puddle, they’re going to play in it. No matter how well-mannered we teach them to be, they are still dogs and will act accordingly. And you know what? That’s okay! As Stuart Smalley might have said, “They’re good enough, they’re smart enough, and doggone it, people like them.
I know I do.