We have always had a dog in the family as long as I can remember. That is until Buster, a mixed breed mutt, passed away about 10 years ago. Then with the children moving out and with us changing houses we decided to hold off on getting another canine companion for a while. Dogs have usually been an important part of my life. I got my first dog, a collie, when I was about seven years old. Taking hikes and walks with mans best friend has been the best therapy on gray days.
I have always been surprised at how certain dogs can look at me and I can immediately relate to them. It is as if we are doing a "Vulcan mind-meld" as we lock eyes and even perhaps put our foreheads together. We seem to understand each other, have the same energy levels and the same fun levels and actually seem to be exchanging ideas. This happens to certain dogs whether they are at a shelter or out with their master/mistress. One day I will take one of these mind-meld dogs home if he is free.
While walking around the National Mall last month, and checking out the many museums, I also had time to watch those who had brought their best friend out for the day. This fellow and his dog in the photo below are very close. All he had to do was shift an elbow or raise an eyebrow and the dog would respond with glee or by doing a trick. The dog spent about 5 minutes just following commands for the man before they went on their way.
This gal and her dog had a very different relationship as both were free spirits here mimicked by their flowing locks. There was a spring in their step as they walked by me. They exchanged mischievous glances upon discovering the doves gathering on the lawn nearby. Neither