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Web Log 2012.9.13: 10 Reasons Why Writers Love Dogs

My Jiggy, 13 years old

These are just my thoughts, scattered and humble as they are. But hear me out … you just might agree with me.

Writers are a special breed. Pair them with a dog or two and magic often happens. I think there are a number of reasons why writers especially are dog lovers. Here’s my list:

  1. Dogs listen to every word you say, hanging on to the plot even if it’s the third time you’ve read it to them.
  2. A dog can sense the goodness in you, even when you are writing about evil or horror or crime.
  3. When you speak, animals only hear you, ignoring all the other voices shouting in your head.
  4. When you practice speaking like one of your more colorful characters, your dogs think it’s playtime. (It is!)
  5. Dogs love adventure. I just say “bye-bye in the car” and there’s a stampede to the garage door.
  6. When the weather is nice, my dogs take me on treasure hunts through the park and on the desert floor that can last for hours. We always find a new narrative thread.
  7. When you adopt, you can conjure up a different story about your dog’s past each time you observe new behavior.
  8. I learned the importance of fitting playtime into my day from many dogs. Computers need a break too, and acting nuts is healthy. Ask any Jack Russell Terrier.
  9. My dogs have taught me how to age gracefully and love unconditionally.
  10. I have seen a good life end quietly after a run & play session. Happy, wagging tail one minute … sleeping forever the next. That’s the way I want to go.

Anyone want to add their own reasons?

Dedicated to all our companion animals waiting for us near the Rainbow Bridge.

Categories: My Companion Animals
  1. October 20, 2012 at 7:52 AM

    11. When your Great Dane dashes through a field of tall grass that your hiding in, she doesn’t hold it against you that she has crashed into you. She holds it against the field.


    • October 22, 2012 at 1:20 AM

      As long as in her gay abandon she doesn’t pick up a blade of grass behind her eyeball!! That happened to a friend of mine’s G.D. My friend was actually brave enough to gently pull the grass back out from behind the eye ((shivers))!


  2. March 19, 2013 at 3:57 AM

    Okay, you’ve hooked me. Lovely post. And, thanks for your comments.


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