Next door is a place for a few. This sentence is beautiful. And poetic. Next to it is a place for a few because few want to stay there. It is not easy to be next to someone. It takes love. It takes courage. It takes time, it takes dedication, it takes effort. Sometimes it also takes sacrifice. Next to it is a place for a few also because we leave space for a few. You don’t want anyone next to you. Next to it is the place where there is the dog, a special life partner .
You are working at your desk and you hear a soft and regular breathing, you do not see who it comes from but you know who it is. You feel its presence: it embraces you without touching you. You reach out to caress the velvet head and feel that you have a friend in the world.
He is not the only one, you have others. But nobody is like him. No one else has a velvet head, no one else touches you lightly with his muzzle to warn you that he is there, as if to ask permission to accompany you, as Grazia Deledda says in a poignant way.
You are on the sofa, comfortable. Not quite stretched out but almost: you have a tablet in front of you, in a rare moment of quiet. The idea was to distract the mind a little. And here, two hazelnut-colored eyes accompanied by two soft ears, a wet nose and a big seal body are hoisted onto the sofa. They initiate a gentle and heavy
lift on your bodyto finish half a centimeter from your nose, finally interposing between you and the coveted relaxation. Let’s pamper ourselves, we are never too close. Even stretching the neck, the tablet screen now has a nose and ears and navigating is impossible. What are you doing?
Leave the news, hold the creature and let yourself be lulled by her affection.
You are hyper stressed, tired. You have a backache where you walk like Snow White’s witch. Finally the evening arrives. You get into bed ready for a night troubled by thoughts. Hear a pof. The dog got on the bed and curled up next to you. You squint your eyes and when you open them again it’s incredibly morning and you get up without needing a can of painkillers.
The dog is still there, snoring happily. You kiss him softly between the ears and elor silently thank you for how it has helped you. And today is another day and thanks to the quadrupedal companion you have the right spirit – and the physical conditions – to face it.
And we want to talk about the moments spent cooking
Cooking is beautiful because it can be done alone or in company, but it is special to do it with the dog because it is in company being alone . While you prepare a chat and you tell him what you do and he is there, sitting on the ground observing every movement and smelling every ingredient. He has the chain drool that falls copiously to the sides of his mouth, his eyes are dreamy and he is ready to collect even the smallest fragment of food. Cooking with a dog and a party before it’s even dinner time. It’s nice.
You feel awful. Headache, bone ache, leg ache, fever, so you drop on the sofa. Without uttering a word, he cannot say her, she approaches. He gives you a light muzzle and then snuggles up under you. He knows something is wrong and he tells you, I’m there. She does not heal you but the presence of her damn if you feel it. And I can’t even say why or how it is good.
And Sunday morning, it’s sunny. The air is pleasantly fresh and staying indoors is a crime. You want to go out but you don’t want to be alone. You turn and a furry face observes you: Hey, you want to go somewhere, I’m there to accompany you if you want.
Harness, leash, comfortable shoes and go, with the faithful squire at his sideyou go to enjoy the beautiful day. One realizes that the earth is yellow for the leaves and the color in which you immerse yourself is really beautiful, that the flowers are different this season, that that path that seems so insignificant has a plant with an excellent scent that makes it a little bit special.
We notice that the light is more delicate than just a month ago, but it has a great charm. And when you want to share how you feel, you say it out loud, sometimes without even turning around, because you know that the velvet head is there listening to you even if at that moment it seems that all that matters is the puddle of pee in. he came across. It doesn’t take much for the soul to calm down and the body to feel the benefits of exercise, and for the mood to smile too.
You have the boxes full of everything and everyone. If a plum kernel fell to the ground it would be the trigger of a cosmic explosion. Nobody dares to talk, nobody dares to ask what’s going on, let alone offer unsolicited advice. Only one knows how to defy the fatal wrath : he approaches without a sound, leans on his legs and licks his hand. Pouf. Muscles relax, breathing slows, fury softens and the way to smile is open.
These are some of the reasons why dogs are a very special life partner. These are just a few because, as we have seen many times, each dog-owner combination is unique and each owner has his reasons. Another reason that I find beautiful and expressed in a sentence of which I do not know the author: “The difference between the dog and friends is that we let the dog enter into our solitude”.
