Some dingo love

It is strange sometimes to see how animals slide into our lives, bringing love into it that is just nothing short of magical.

Our little dingo like creature has stolen everyones hearts, including my husbands.

She is the first one to great him when he comes home, and his stance on “Animals must be outside at all times” has turned into “Dingos must be inside at all times, save for potty breaks and chasing squirrels”.

She used to sleep in a crate at night, until we got her a little nest like bed. Now every evening Bill brings her bed into our room and places it ON our bed near the foot, and Honey jumps up and snuggles down in it for the night.

This is huge. The man would NEVER consider allowing a dog in his bed before. Ever. What you have here is the melting of his practical, man heart…for a dog.

She is really captivating. She is smart, affectionate, and excellent with the kids. Every morning we go to wake up her “Boys”. She runs in each room, gets on their beds and jumps on them, licking and wagging her tail. Then she moves on to the next room. She knows Mia as her “Baby” and Bill is “Daddy’s Home” because she hears the kids yell that when they hear his key in the lock.

She follows me everywhere. I cannot leave the room without her tagging along and finding a spot next to me to curl up. It is better than a fireplace.

Honey is a pound puppy. A dog that someone rejected. She was elusive when we first got her. She would not make eye contact with me at all. Nothing I could do would make her look at my face. I don’t take that as a sign of physical abuse, but just plain neglect. She didn’t know how to relate to people at all.

Now she is one of us. A people dog. She will come up to me and I can take her face in my hands and she will gaze into my eyes. Her face softens and her ears go down, and she wags her tail. She does not avert her gaze, ever.

In college I was told by my Animal Behavior professor that dogs have no self awareness…..that they have no souls.

I strongly disagreed then, and I still do today. When Honey looks me in the eye, and holds my gaze, I see pure joy and love, radiating from her soul.

I do not believe that the ability to feel and give love can experienced by something without a soul.

When I was about 8yo, I had a pet mouse that died after 3 years of being in my life. I remember crying to the priest at my school…the same priest who baptised me and married Bill and I. I was crying because someone had told me that mice don’t go to heaven….that pets do not have souls. To this day I will not forget what he said. With a smile full of God’s love and peace, and a soft voice he said “Oh child. I believe that God has a place in his kingdom for all of the creatures he created and loves.”

You know what…..I think he was right.

*the above photo was blurry, but I loved it, so I hope it doesn’t make you go crosseyed.