How Come I Don’t Have the Same Affect on People That I Have On Dogs?

Dogs seem to love me. I know I love them. All sizes, all colors, all creed. I relate to them. I’m at ease with them. I enjoy their presence and find their company amusing, comforting, and enjoyable.

People not so much, at least most of them, at least adults.

Dogs accept you at face value, so do kids. You get what you give.

Adults not so much.

Dogs don’t hold grudges. Throw em’ the ball and you have a friend. Feed em’ and they’ll follow you anywhere.

My dog misses me when I leave and greets me with unbridled joy when I return.

People not so much.

Dogs are the definition and embodiment of unconditional love.

I used to think some, if not most, people didn’t like me when I met them. I am hard to get to know. At least I used to be. Now I smile a lot more and hold back advice or comment unless asked.

I’ve come to realize it is less about people not liking me. It is more about them not even thinking about me. People are too busy worrying about themselves and whether you like them than expending thoughts disliking you.

Dogs live in the moment.

I wish people could be more like dogs.

I wish every child could experience the joy and love of growing up with a pet dog. It is time well spent.

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This post was previously published on medium.com.

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