Since graduating in December I’ve been planning activities and making bucket lists like a new divorcee desperate to put miles on their freshly leased convertible. Atop these lists is continuous retribution to my puppy dog, Belle, pictured below. Side note: the longest part of this post was choosing a picture of her because I have about 4,433,438,992,005.
You see, one of my greatest fears, besides spiders and communists, is that I will have squandered this blessing of a dog that The Lord has given me. Of the numerous sins I will have to atone for outside the gates, I am determined that one of those will not be denying that wonderful pup the best life possible. So, this leaves me with quite the balancing act of a daily schedule. How do I prioritize the responsibilities I have to myself and my career aspirations with making sure Belle’s days are as happy and fulfilling as possible? This is my struggle, and my plea, for a more dog welcoming world so that I can better balance my responsibilities with the needs of my best four legged buddy.
- Belle is quieter than the vast majority of not only children I see in public, but adults as well.
Yeah I know she’s a dog, and they’re people, and I’d never put my dog higher on the totem pole than a human, but at the same time…yeah, I would. I absolutely would, because no matter where you take Belle in public she’ll never have an obnoxious phone conversation, she’ll never be hundreds of pounds overweight, encroaching far more public space than any individual has any right to claim, and she’ll never reach the limit of her public tolerance and slide into a visibly mortifying and audibly offensive tantrum. She’ll just walk quietly alongside me, occasionally reaching out for a sniff, but mostly staying directly to my side, happy at the inclusion in whatever errand we’ve set off on.
- I’m 1,000% more likely to stay longer at a place and keep spending money if I’ve got Belle with me.
The biggest reason why I prematurely end my time somewhere, be it a bar or restaurant or movie theater or wherever, is because I’m suddenly flooded with the guilt of remembering that while I’m gallavanting across Bryan/College Station, my beloved dog is home by herself mourning her solitude. Though I have recently become much more of a recluse, opting for a night on the couch rather than a night on the town, there are still instances when my desire to cap off a long day of work with a beer or two somewhere are dashed with the realization that it’s 5:30pm and I haven’t been home since 6:30am. All of this could easily be solved by simply allowing my dog to join me in killing a few hours at a bar or restaurant.
- My transit ability becomes vastly more efficient if I’m no longer driving home just to drop off or pick up my dog.
With all this talk these days about climate change and carbon footprints, here’s a visible example of inefficiency for no explainable reason. Why must I drive all the way home just to drop my dog off first before I do anything else, or vice versa? How much fuel and energy could be saved if I were allowed to plan the most efficient route possible without the hindrance of unfounded societal objections?
- My productivity potential goes through the roof if I’m no longer distracted by having to juggle time spent working on my career and time spent with Belle
I’m an aspiring golf professional. As such, this requires much time spent practicing my game or giving lessons. On a positive note, I get to do this outside, but unfortunately, all of these outdoor hours logged are without my dog, which I must say is my biggest protest of this entire entry. On any given day I am outside for at least four hours without Belle. This makes zero sense. None. Zilch. If there is one lasting legacy I leave on the industry of golf, it’s to make it more canine friendly, because my happiest career is somewhere where I can load her up with me and we can set off for an afternoon round.
I’ll close my argument with this. In the six years that I’ve shared my time with that dog, I’ve become a more compassionate, selfless, driven, and mature person, thanks to Belle. I’ve shared the best memories of my life with the best people in my life all while she’s been at my side. I’m a happier person when she’s out with me, much more attentive and concerned with those around us. Every aspect of my life where I’ve been able to introduce that little white dog has been positively influenced, all I’m asking is to be able to broaden these contributions.