I say “doggone it” sometimes and I don’t mean anything bad when I say it. In other words, there are those who say it came from a bad saying, which I do not use. However, I think I am of the school of thought that it came from the Scotch term, “dagone,” which meant gone to the dogs.
In any event, folks use it express disappointment, irritation and frustration. I sometimes use it to express sympathy. In other words, if someone told me that they dropped their dip cone they had just purchased from the Dairy Barn or other reputable soft-serve ice cream shack, I might say “Doggone it.” This would be in sympathy, because a butterscotch or chocolate dip cone dropped on the ground, in the gravel or on a hot southern concrete sidewalk would be heart-breaking.
This week, I said, “doggone it,” because my daughter will be going back to college in a couple of days and taking her little dog, Wilson, back with her. He needs an education also, I suppose.
I don’t have any grandchildren yet, and Wilson the bigger than average-size miniature poodle dog, is about as close as I am right now to a grandson. He appreciates me, sits on the steps with me each morning while I drink coffee and eat breakfast and even seems to like me. It may have to do with me letting him lick plates every once in a while, but I would like to think that he will miss me when he goes back to school some 12 hours away from me.
If you are dog person, you understand the attachment to dogs. I know what it is like to lose a dog to old age and sickness, but not really to distance. Whatever the reason, the reward of companionship is always worth it. I still have a little dog, who is older and seems to like having a happy young dog around also. I am sure she will miss Wilson. She seems to prefer his food to her “old dog” food.
Wilson has been on many adventures with us this summer, most recently to a farm to go “butterbean hunting.” After dressing them out (or watching the shelling machine do it), we brought home about 10 pounds of good butterbeans. He wasn’t really that impressed with the take as much as he was interested in running around checking out all of the things to smell and “irrigate.” Dogs, especially boy dogs, seem to be very conscious of the water needs of grass and trees.
These last few days, Wilson has been sitting next to me and leaning on me, which I do enjoy. It seems that when dogs do this, they are trying to tell you that they love you. I didn’t need to look that up, but that is what the experts say also. They also note that sometimes it is because they are nervous.
This dog is not nervous, I’ve seen him stand and look at a dozen deer in my backyard and not be scared, so he’s not nervous. To be honest, he doesn’t even seem concerned. He has learned to climb on the table and tell the mailman to hurry up and put the mail in the box, as well as many other valuable lessons they won’t be able to teach him back in college.
They say you miss dogs more than you miss humans sometimes - I believe it. Our relationships with dogs can be more “satisfying” than our relationships with people simply because dogs have one or two things figured out that people have such a hard time with – unconditional love and positive feedback. They spoil us and make us think we are important.
Someone once said, “May I become the kind of person that my dog (or my granddog) thinks I already am.”
Here’s to hoping you have at least one good dog relationship in your life!
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