A dogs life is far to short. The breed I love the most is statistically given about 12 years of life. Like people, not all of those years are going to be quality years of life either. Age makes us all weak and vulnerable even dogs.
12 Years seems like a long time when you bring home your new puppy who usually starts his or her life with you at about 6 weeks of age. I have never had a bad dog, quite the opposite! All of my dogs have been beyond special in so many ways. By the time they reach their golden years with me they have completely integrated their lives with mine and we are one. We don't need any verbal communications, as we are already reading each others minds. He/She just knows. I am aspiring to be a dog trainer, but I can't help thinking that it may not be that I am a talented dog whisperer but that the breed I have chosen is a talented people whisperer! They are so very intelligent. They are emotional and deep beyond any one's expectations. Not to mention loyal and faithful to the end even if the end is bitter.
Strangely enough, these characteristics came with the package man created to be a bloody and violent spectator sport tool. Designed to perform and please his master, in the art of fighting he has a heart of steel and the endurance to go on and on. He has natural pain tolerance unlike any other dog breed and he is infused with far more tenacity and vigor than the other breeds as well. I will never own any other breed, but that's not to say that I don't love all dogs because I do.
I consider all the dogs I have loved to be gifts from a higher being that saw fit to send those spirits to walk beside me on all my journeys and through out the coarse of my life. And I can not thank that gawd enough for such a great gift. I can not imagine my life without a dog in it.
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