|"I'd do anything to please you... even wear this tiara..."|
|Cassie always walks toward the camera,resulting in photos like this!|
I'm not an expert on dogs, but I know our Moxie. She has got to be the most affectionate critter I've ever met. (Thankfully, she doesn't lick - I can't stand that!) But, she shows her affection by being our constant shadow... Moshe and I are together a lot, but when we are in separate rooms, she parks herself midway between the two of us. If he is in the office and I am in the kitchen, she stays in the adjoining hallway until one of us moves. Apparently she doesn't want to give either of us preferential treatment. Yesterday Moshe and I cleaned house. I scrubbed the kitchen while he vacuumed. In order to vacuum, Moshe picked up Moxie's dog beds - one in the office and one in the bedroom - and moved them. Meanwhile, I was cleaning everything in the kitchen, so I put her bowl and the pet waterer in the sink to wash 'em. Moxie sat in the doorway entering the kitchen, looking dejected and worried. I told Moshe I thought she was afraid that we were sending her away to live somewhere alse. No amount of talking or petting would console her, but once the beds and the bowl were back in place, she went back to her usual happy self.
Beau is another example. Beau is the stray dog we have adopted... sort of. He sleeps under the front porch in a nest of hay. He is great friends with Moxie; they run and leap and play together in an expression of pure joy. We feed him morning and evening. He will follow me out to the chicken coops and almost touch my hand, but if Moshe is with me, he follows further away. Twice he came up and licked my hand when I called him, but mostly he won't get closer than a few feet away. Somebody must have really mistreated Beau, and I can only hope that someday he will realize that we won't. I've known people like that, too.. People who have been so hurt that they cannot and will not allow anyone to get too close to them. Whether you're a person or an animal, it's a sad way to deal with emotional pain, isn't it?
My daughter was always a really good kid... Easy to live with, easy to bring up, and a good student. I can only remember her getting in trouble at school a couple times. Once for having a pea-shooting contest with her straw in the cafeteria. (That STILL cracks me up! My sweet little Melody participating in a pea-shooting contest!!!) The other time it was for arguing with her teacher... She had written an essay in which she described her cat, "Ozzie", as a person. The teacher corrected her, saying, "Cats aren't people; they're animals." Melody said something like, "Well, maybe YOUR cats are animals, but OUR cats are people."
|My crazy pre-computer cut and paste wedding photo; Ozzie is thegrey cat with the sweatshirt on; I am the bride...|
I really couldn't scold her much for arguing with her teacher about that, now could I? And, by the way, by the time Ozzie passed away, Melody was in highschool, and Ozzie was so well-known in out little town that the entire tenth grade mourned his loss. Seems to me that if an animal can invoke that much feeling in us, then we must be invoking feelings in them, too.
Not a scientific study, I must admit. But even so I maintain that animals have emotions.
Shalom Y'all -