I love dogs, and always have. But what happens when you discover a close friend doesn’t merely not like dogs, but actually hates them?
I’ve been operating under the assumption that those who
don’t like dogs must have some evil lurking in their spirit and were destined
to a life of incarceration. Just look at the statistics of criminals that abuse
animals early on, and who later progress to physical abuse of people, murder,
or other sociopathic behaviors.
Any pet lover can spout off a list of benefits their furry
one brings to their life…the steady comfort of companionship, a non-judging ear
to hear out the day’s tribulations, a workout or hiking buddy, and a source of
unconditional love at the end of a long day.
So, imagine my shock when I realized that a couple I know
doesn’t like dogs. Not just that they don’t have dogs or misunderstand them-
they actually dislike dogs.
Hint of this fact should have been apparent a long ago when
they were over for dinner and they politely stood, stiff as Calvary front line, when
greeted by my yapping terrier mix. Or that they failed to stroke my Labrador’s
chin after receiving the gentle nudge of the typical canine greeting upon entering
the home. The polite perfunctory smiles went un-noticed by me. “Sure, they
don’t have dogs,” I reasoned as to why they weren’t charmed by my little dog’s
amusing tail wagging display or by the steadfast devotion of my Labrador’s
greeting.
All of these sign posts I missed. I clearly misjudged all
along. The couple who I just assumed were just not yet fortunate to understand
the benefits of pet companionship, were actually formidable dog dislikers.
Realization struck me during a recent conversation, with this
couple. I was laughingly describing the vast differences in dog breed behavior
comparing my former Labradors, to that of my current Bouvier. My comments must
have been mistaken as some underhanded means to convince them the right breed
was out there for them. At that moment, my guest raised hands and said, “I know
what I like and don’t like, and I don’t want dogs.” Clearly they didn’t like
dogs- and they misunderstood my comment as some means to turn them over to the
canine side against their will. Astounded, I marveled how this response was not
unlike a person who is recommended a mushroom containing side dish or gourmet meal from a fine restaurant, and who declares “I can’t stand mushrooms and don’t want anything to do with
mushrooms!”
So why didn’t I catch on to these dog haters sooner? For
those of us that have pets, of any type, we recognize the many joys our pets
bring to our lives. There are folks that don’t want to bring that companionship
into their life. The cogs of their lives have clicked along just fine without a
pet in their life. Somehow lots well-educated, social and seemingly normal
people can raise a family and be successful and still dislike dogs.
Maybe we should feel sorry for them. Or maybe they feel
sorry for us, for all the money, heart and time we put into a pet companion who’s
lifespan doesn’t come near to that of a humans. They probably laugh at our
reckless expenditures on a being who lives just a fraction of human life. I
chose not to spend time wondering how they have made it without animals in
their life…rather that I have succeeded because I have been fortunate to have
animals in my life.
I ask that these non-pet people save their pity for me and
my pets, because I know that any one of my dogs could say they lived live
fuller than most people- full with adventure, splendor at new experiences, and
embracing the moment. And so have I at their side. So should the question come up at the time of my next
life, I’ll take both a side of mushrooms…and pets on the side.
