Our dogs are always more than filler for those moments when I’m relaxing at doing nothing and my mind is without focus. Today, Sammy, weighing in at 90-lbs, is poured into an oversized leather chair, dreaming of walks, cats, food or something of that nature. Daisy, his compatriot with the unmistakeable countenance of a fox, is on alert at the front door in anticipation of spotting the gopher that has tunneled into the nearby rose beds.
We have two dogs and they have the two of us. The dogs are actually one dynamic fluctuating between the pure joys of their life and the ordeal of waiting for a joy to happen. Sammy and Daisy produce an energy field even at rest and that is why they will never be domesticated filler and why I must rise now to let them out.