I’m not house-proud. If I were, I’d wince at the scratched doors, the mottled rug, the patches on the wall where holes once were + the smudges on the living room window left from wet noses.
Chewed shoes can be replaced. Clothing can be washed of fur + paw prints. But a pair of dogs zealous about every waking moment with me are irreplaceable. If anything, we dog lovers are a tolerant lot. We find a greater value in the unabashed affection of our pets over having immaculate sofas… as hard as I try. The truth is, without dogs or the lone decorative cat, my home would only be a receptacle for things.
Dogs easily make the glow of a Christmas tree warmer with their curled presence. They can instill safety with a single, deep, protective bark. Dogs appear to have no shame in making you laugh by any means possible. They wake us, greet us + inevitably carve a place in our hearts without exerting any effort at all it seems.
So enjoy the little home-wreckers while you can, because upon reflection, our lives are often referenced in parts defined by the entirely too short lives of our dogs + the lengthy one belonging to the cat.