Today I received one of those obligatory forwarded emails that we all get from time to time - warning us about how we should never trust our dogs because if we do, at some point in their lives they're going to run out the front door and across the street and get hit by some bus that just happens to be coming down the street at the exact moment that the dog is going to say hello to the dog who lives across the way - and it's all because we've taken for granted that our dog never does anything wrong and has always come every time we've called him in the past - and how if we ever have our dog off leash ever ever then we are the worst dog owner to have ever graced this world and we should be put to sleep for ever thinking that we deserved to bring a dog into our home - because we are dooming our canine life companion to a certain death at some point in the next zero to twenty years. It could come today - or it could come when the dog is nineteen years old - but safe to say - it's going to happen. And it's all because we got lazy and trusted our dogs.
I abhor that email when I get it. I think it's a pile of shit. You can read the fear mongering who-haa at http://www.adopt-a-greyhound.org/advice/trust.html if it so moves you. What bothers me about it is the fact that you cannot live your life around all the horrible things that "might" happen to you in some evil moment in the distant future.
I personally figure that I am here for a good time and not a long time and that is how I live my life - and that is how I let my dogs live their life, too. Maybe it's because of all the suffering I've done and all the suffering I've seen - but I am not interested in any more suffering - if one of my dogs want to stick their head out of the car window - I'd let them do it. Daisy liked to do that for awhile - so I let her. She doesn't do it anymore - and that's okay too.
I don't do anything that breaks any laws - and I'm also not stupid - I don't have any of the dogs offleash from my car into the front door of my house because there are a lot of feral cats in my neighbourhood - and you'd see 2 dogs scatter pretty quick when my car door opened - looking for a good chase with a couple of tasty kitties. And Buttercup would go looking to bark at someone who'd say "aren't you cute!" And Jack would just go looking to pee on something - but it would take me a LONG TIME to get in the front door - which I am NOT interested in! So long story short - we are on leash!
But my dogs probably do a lot of stuff that other people would send their dogs directly to the pound for - and I say - they think it's fun - so more power to them. Daisy likes to counter surf a bit - so I leave things in strategic spots for her. Jack sounds like he wants to kill you when he's engaged in play. Charlie is 1/2 sheltie, so there is no wonder that I have so many wonderful shots of him with his mouth wide open in full bark mode. Buttercup is perfect of course. There'd be no reason to send her back - except of course for her titsch of dog aggression :)
My point is - people have got to loosen up in my opinion - in that story - that dog lived for like 7 years - what's 7 x 365 days. That's 2,555 days. I'd rather live 2,555 days that are a ton of fun than 15 years - 5,475 days that are a complete bore. That's what I think - I am here to live, and that's what I'm trying to give to the sentient beings that have somehow made their way onto my ship.
You should try and stick your head out of a car window when the car is moving - it is a ton of fun and feels amazing. Don't stick it out too far though because that can lead to decapitation - you don't need to be stupid. And it also helps if you squint your eyes up a little.