Final Reflection
Here we are, fifteen weeks later. I'm older, wiser, watched Twilight more times than is probably healthy, and a dog person.
Renesmee Cullen, the 12th weirdest thing to happen in Twilight |
I realized that I was a bit prejudiced against dog owners. I picture someone with a "fur baby" named something like Barxleigh or Wooflynne, who would "give mommy kisses" on the lips after a thorough licking of their canine genitalia.
"Pupford loves going for walks!" |
If not that, then a Meemaw or Pawpaw with a half-feral German Shepherd on a chain named "Ripper", who was really just a softie at heart, once you get past the rabies.
"He got one o' them shock collars on. He cain't hurt a fly." |
And who can forget the classic high school bully-turned-nurse who immediately after graduation adopted one of those crusty white dogs that will live for eternity as she joins a series of pyramid schemes and buys glittery monogrammed tumblers.
While these people and their dogs do exist, dog lovers are a much more diverse group and everyone has a different relationship with their dog. There's Scooby-Doo, the heart and soul of the Mystery Gang (and his idiot nephew Scrappy), Lord Byron and his closest (and least judgemental) friend Boatswain, William Wegmann and his muses, Wallace and his hero Gromit, Ackerley and Tulip, his outlet for his repressed feelings, and Darby, the dog who got me to love dogs. Most of all, Professor Laura and Mirabelle, probably the most iconic dog and human duo. I'm glad I got to see so many examples of how dogs and humans love each other.
Aww, that's sweet! You left the last class before she bit the hell out of my finger when I tried to keep her from eating a hershey's kiss, wrapper and all. Oh well, it's my own fault for sticking my hand in her mouth.
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