knee deep in weeds

notes on a simple life

beach dogs

I started Early – Took my Dog –
And visited the Sea –
~ Emily Dickenson 

It is not that my friends are not dog lovers, they like dogs. But they are not real dog lovers. They are not the kind of woman who understand dog hair and dog tongues, sand in their beds and wet dog smell in their rooms. They like dogs from afar ( I mean who doesn't) but the day in day out life with a dog, they just don't get. 

So in all the years we have been going (and we think it is around 18), I have never taken one of my dogs. It is understandable then that I make friends with dogs on the beach. I talk to the owners, throw their balls, pet them and take their pictures.

Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we should honor as well as love the dog of our own life, and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born. What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?

~ Mary Oliver 

how about you. . . 
are a true dog lover?
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