I did not know that somewhere along the line, I would switch from liking dogs but being more of a cat person to becoming a total dog person.
(With great apologies to every cat I’ve ever known)
Now, I like ALL animals. But there is just something about dogs that appeal to me more and more as I grow older. They DO stuff for you. They serve a purpose. They alert you to things and if you’re lucky, they protect you.
*Special shout out and to all attack cats who do this very thing. If we could breed cats for protection, I’d be all over that!
The older I get, the more I appreciate that. I don’t want to become one of those seniors you read about in the news; alone, vulnerable and murdered in their own homes by a desperate, drugged out person. That scares me! And yet here I am, getting older by the second, living in a city where that sort of thing happens more than it ever should! It makes one think about these things…
I know having a dog doesn’t guarantee such an horrid fate wont befall me but let me tell you this : I have never felt so safe or tough as when I owned my Rotti X!
Beans was bombproof around everyday people, friends, family and other animals. She was FIERCE and protective without fail when my life was in danger, twice.
AND, people’s prejudices towards her breed kept the garden variety criminals out of my yard and away from me before they even thought to try something. Most of her work was done from afar, with a single glance based simply on her appearance.
So now, instead of phasing out my pets and maybe getting a cat when I hit those super vulnerable years…I think I’m going to get a dog instead!