If you have ever had a dog, then you know how it is. Those
moments when he looks out of the window, or stops in the middle of the road to
stare into the distance. And you are like, there must be some deep
philosophical shit going on in that tiny little head.
Ever seen a dog pause while running at full steam, only to
inexplicably look at a Sun Set? The fading light bouncing reluctantly off his
brown eyes. And those strange times when the wild surges through his domesticated
frame, making him break into the most soulful and haunting howls late at night?
And you are like, there must be some deep philosophical shit going on in that
tiny little head.
So here we were, my wife and I, on the bed talking about how
life changes when you have a pet, and those Facebook forwards about the many
lessons that dogs can teach humans without ever having a Facebook account, and
how unselfish is the love they have for us, and how a lousy day changes when a
dog hugs you and licks your mustache (that was me, not for my wife) and how
humans are generally nasty.
Yes, we agreed. There must be some deep shit going on in those tiny little heads.
The thing with our dog Joko is that in the little planet
that he has built in the aforementioned tiny head, he is my wife’s bodyguard.
So, every time we speak for more than a minute, he is naturally concerned. Joko
drops whatever he is doing (Except Masterchef Australia) and comes over to our
room to check if my wife is alright, and if I am not being an asshole.
Here we were on the bed. Discussing the joy of having Joko
in our lives. So, here came Joko, slowly at first, then rapidly like a drunk
who has finally found the door to his home. Joko staggered in, paused to look at me and my
wife on the bed. And he sighed.
“You guys all right ?” he seemed to say. “Evidently you are”
Then he jumped on to the bed, looked down at us, tilted his
head for a fraction of a second, and lay down with us. After licking our faces
alternately, he was soon asleep and allowed us to continue our conversation.
“He must have had a bad dream” I said.
“How do you know” my wife said.
“He came over for assurance.
He licked us to thank us”
It was our turn to sigh. And my wife said that she wished
there was a way to understand what goes on in Joko’s head. She quickly wiped an
impulsive tear. Yes, I said. That is a question I would love to get answered
before I die. Dogs, clearly are the noblest creatures in the world…and I wonder
what goes on in those tiny little…
Then Joko farted and totally killed the moment.
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