What do our dogs think, as we go through our daily routines and family growth and contractions and changes? I wonder it often, as Zoe follows me around the house, wanting to go on every car ride, every walk, giving loving kisses when her family is sad. And Annie, as she ages (17 in two months!) does she still want to be here, with her creaking bones and slips on the stairs, but always the most gentle of creatures I know?
I just read an interesting novel called The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein, the entire story told from the dog’s point of view. Do they really have human thoughts as they watch TV with us, go on our physical and spiritual journeys, become part of our worlds as we age together?
The story itself is hopeful, heartbreaking, and honest. No spoilers here, you will have to indulge yourself in the story. It will be worth the journey. Can a dog tell a story that isn’t true, without embellishments? I doubt it. I have no interest in auto racing, but I found the parallels in the driver stories and life to be fitting, and they kept my interest throughout.
Some of the quotes made me think about my life, and how I need to step up to more challenges:
“There is no dishoner in losing the race,” Don said. “There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.”
Wow–how many times do we NOT take the chance because we are afraid to lose? Or become complacent in what we know. We can only grow and learn and experience by trying.
And from Enzo, the dog,
“Inside each of us resides the truth,” I began, “the absolute truth. But sometimes we believe we are viewing the real thing, when in fact we are viewing a facsimile, a distortion….”
The post dedicated to my friend Kerry and her Lab friend Gracie, who just left us.