Why Dogs are Better than People

Dogs are wonderful. Who else will spend hours entertaining themselves with their own tail? Who wakes you up every morning with kisses? Who is always happy to see you when you come home? Doggies, that's who.

When I got the call telling me I had cancer, I started to cry in my parent's laundry room. Kylie, my golden retriever ran straight to me and started to whine and get in my lap. She's very sensitive- a lover, not a fighter. Her little face says, "Mommy, I love you. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." How can you not feel better after that?

Harry, our newfie, is a big doofus. He's like Snuffleupagus with a big huge tongue. He's the kisser of the family. Whenever I'm freaked out, I just have to sit in front of Harry- at 115 pounds his head is bigger than mine. He will give you kisses until you can't breathe. Gross, maybe. But guaranteed to make you laugh.

Dogs never fault you for your moods. They are always ready to play, to cuddle or just to listen. Even better, they rarely talk back. Even husbands don't look at you adoringly all the time. Better yet, at least for me, dogs are a reminder that even when I feel like shit, and even though I'm sure it's going to get way worse before it gets better, there will always be some puppies waiting to greet me when I walk back in the door.

Sometimes you need comfort that only a four legged furball can provide.