When I was a kid my parents took me to my Uncle’s farm for a short vacation. I don’t remember why but, as little children often do, I got in trouble and was sent to one of the bedrooms as a punishment. As I climbed the stairs my Uncle’s collie followed me to my banishment. As I sat on the bed with tears flowing the collie jumped up on the bed and put his head on my lap and gave me his best, it will be alright, look. This was a dog I had just been introduced with a day or two before.
I can not tell you how many times in the years since I’ve seen the sweetest dogs who you would think would never harm anyone suddenly get their hackles up and start that low you better beware growl when someone walks by that they’ve never seen before. Only to have another person in the group say, "I’ve heard about that guy, he is bad news".
I’ve also seen countless times where one of my roommates dog’s suddenly runs to the front door for seemingly no reason only to have that roommate pull up in the driveway a few minutes later. And these were in neighborhoods where there were many cars coming and going around the streets nearby. There is no way that they could have known the exact sound of one engine in all of that hustle and bustle.
And finally we come to therapy dogs, which I believe all dogs are, that just seem to understand without any prompts how to bring light and perfect love and understanding to patients in all kinds of medical situations.
Quite simply, if you have a dog, you know you are loved!