How Big Is A Dog’s Heart?

Last night I had a really awful stream of insmonia and left with nothing to do…except watch Netflix of course. So there’s this show called ‘Dog with a Job’ and because of my obvious undying burning love for Dogs I just had to watch it until 4 in the morning. Guys, I was crying while watching it. Like, actual happy cry crusty eyed 4 a.m tears. In the episode that completely captured my heart was one about a Chocolate Lab named Maggie, and 7 year old named Daniel who suffered with Autism. Daniel was alot for his parents to handle and most of the time wandered off and ran down the street at random times. Maggie came from across the country with her trainer, and was carefully raised to be a special needs dog. At first, Daniel was afraid of Maggie and avoided her. They shared a connected leash when going for walks with Daniel’s parents, and it proved to help him out a great amount because whenever he tried running off, Maggie, being much heavier than Daniel, stopped him right in his tracks. Maggie followed Daniel everywhere and what got to me most is how much this Dog loved this little disabled boy with all she had. She always had an eye out for him. Within a week, Daniel grew as attached to Maggie as she was to him. His whole demeanor was calmer and more confident.

Maybe it’s due to the fact that it was FOUR IN THE MORNING, HELLO, who cries alone to an Animal Planet movie in the middle of the night? (Me…) But this got me thinking a really beautiful thought. Dogs, and animals in general do not know any other emotion besides caring, pure, love. They don’t know what hate is, they aren’t envious, malicious, or narcisistic. They would never dream of hurting anyone, and are loyal regardless of how many times you mistreat them. They simply just want to play and be loved in return. And how incredibly cool is that? It’s so weird that people can be the trickiest, most dissapointing or decietful creatures on the earth, and yet animals don’t operate that way. I just kind of wanted to write that one all out because it seemed worth writing about.

Ps. Shout out to my “Maggie” 12 year old Golden Samson.