Must Love Dogs

I’ve never been much of a dog lover. I have nothing against dogs per se. But for some reason, I’ve never been the type of guy who wants to own a dog, pet a dog, pick up a dog’s poop, etc. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve actually been somewhat afraid of dogs and usually try to keep my distance from them. If I’m out walking and see a dog, I’ll usually cross to the other side of the street and try not to make eye contact with them. Perhaps they won’t smell my fear and won’t come to attack me.

It’s not like I had some kind of run-in with a dog that has left me scarred. I’ve never been bitten or chased by a dog. My earliest memory of being scared of a dog was when I was just a little fella and I went fishing with family. I saw a dog pee on some tires and I freaked out and made my Dad hold me. Side note…isn’t it weird the stuff you remember? I can barely remember what I had for lunch yesterday but I will always remember that dog peeing on those tires. Luckily the tires didn’t belong to us, so no harm, no foul I guess.

There are so many similarities between my son and I. We have the same feet, same nose, same chiseled good looks, same love of a good poop, the ability to take forever to put socks on, etc. But one thing my son is doing now I know he’s not getting from me….he seems to absolutely love dogs.

We’ve been going for walks just about every evening the past few weeks after dinner. Along the way we usually see at least 3 or 4 dogs. There’s one in particular that gets pretty close to us because the dog’s yard has one of those invisible fences. When that dog sees us he keeps running back and forth and barking like crazy. The first time this happened I thought my son would get upset or not even notice, but instead he started laughing and laughing. Every time we pass a dog now, he laughs as hard as he can. When we get past the dog, he’ll crane his neck around to get one last good look at the mutt.

Yesterday we had a nice walk and when we got home, my son was running around the driveway and the yard. A little dog from across the street came running over (the dog’s name is Jackson which is kind of a neat name for a dog I think). Jackson practically tackled my son and he just laughed and laughed (my son, not the dog). Jackson was licking him and climbing all over him. My son was so gentle with him and was just having the time of his life. Watching him with Jackson gave me a glimpse into what a ‘normal’ life must be like. For those few minutes, I wasn’t thinking about autism, or life lessons, or anything. It was just a little boy having lots of fun with a little dog.

Where did he get this love of dogs from? As you now know, not from me of course. I’ve certainly never wished dogs ill will and I’ve never taken part in an illegal dog fighting operation, but my son has never seen me give a dog too much attention. My wife had some dogs growing up, but she’s never shown any desire for us to have one now.

But our little guy just loves these four-legged little creatures. I wouldn’t bet on us owning one anytime soon (we can barely keep the carpet clean the way it is). But maybe we’ll have to pay Jackson a visit from time to time.

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2 Responses to “Must Love Dogs”

  1. Lori Says:

    I know you certainly didn’t get your love for dogs from Dad…”I don’t do dogs!”

    That’s great that the little guy had such a great bond with Jackson. Maybe a dog would be therapeutic for you guys 🙂 hehe

  2. Abaft Says:

    Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation 🙂 Anyway … nice blog to visit.

    cheers, Abaft!!!

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