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Just A Dog
by Richard A. Biby
From time to time, people tell me, lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog."
They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog."
Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."
Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.
Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.
If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."
"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy.
"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person.
Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future.
So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.
"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.
I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog" but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a human."
So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog." just smile, because they just don't understand."
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Just My Dog
by Gene Hill
She is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that can hear above the winds. She is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.
She has told me a thousand times over that I am her reason for being by the way she rests against my leg;
by the way she thumps her tail at my smallest smile; by the way she shows her hurt when I leave without taking her. (I think it makes her sick with worry when she is not along to care for me.)
When I am wrong, she is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, she clowns to make me smile. When I am happy,s he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, she ignores it. When I succeed,s he brags.
Without her, I am only another woman. With her, I am all-powerful.
She is loyalty itself. She has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With her, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. She has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.
Her head on my knee can heal my human hurts. Her presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.
Her head on my knee can heal my human hurts. Her presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.
She has promised to wait for me whenever...wherever--
in case I need her.
And I expect I will--as I always have.
Who is she? She's just ... my dog.
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