I’m trying to remember exactly why I wanted my first dog. I don’t mean the reasons kids gives their parents like, “It will teach me responsibility.” Nor do I mean the adult reasons we give ourselves like, “I couldn’t stand to see him behind a cage.” What I am talking about is the real reason we are drawn to dogs.
As a kid I watched Lassie and other TV shows with dogs in them. I watched all the cartoons of the day littered with dogs that talked, flew, and some that actually acted like dogs. I remember the Poky Little Puppy book that came with the tear out vinyl record of the same name. I had a few friends that had dogs and a cousin or two that had farm dogs. And while I’m sure all of this contributed to my puppy love, I can’t really point to any one thing and say “That’s it, that’s why I wanted a dog.”
As an adult, I’ve certainly brought more dogs into my life than I did as a kid. But I would still have the same problem trying to give you an exact reason why I got a dog other than “Because I wanted it.”
Dog lovers just are. There’s a niche inside us that is specifically made for a dog; to try and define it is beyond words. We share stories about our dogs to convey our love for them, but it’s the smile on a dog lover’s face when they are with their dog, that comes closest to the truth.