“Whoever said that diamonds are a girl’s best friend….never owned a dog”
You often hear individuals describe themselves as a dog person or cat person. I’ve always considered myself a dog person with a capital D! I grew up with collies. The “dog love” of my life was a golden retriever named Daisy. She started out as my kids “best friend” but became mine when they grew up and left home. Daisy turned gray with me and limped a bit, having sore hips just like me. When I drew or painted she sat at my feet moving closer and closer. This was very comforting except for the following moment. Stop reading if you’re squeamish! I had just sharpened 25 drawing pencils and placed them graphite point up in my pencil jar. The bathroom was calling my name. I took one step away from the drafting table. As I put my foot down I nearly fell because it landed on the dog. I heard a loud yelp. To avoid hurting Daisy I dropped my hand toward the drafting table for support, and it landed on guess what? Yes indeed all 25 pencil points! Who said art was painless?! It took an hour or so to pull the graphite points out of my hand. Daisy was loaded with empathy. She acted a bit sheepish and concerned.
Presently I’m a cat owner (or is she the real owner?). Our three year-old adoptee Abby can probably avoid getting stepped on because cats are quick and limber. Thanks to my husband, children, and a mostly friendly Abby, I have recently come to appreciate the finer attributes of cats. I still miss the empathic love I felt with Daisy by my side, something I’ve never quite felt from the often aloof Abby. Cat, dog, or whatever furry friend you may have, there is nothing quite like the love of a pet who can’t talk back.