by Greg Plank

Created on: March 02, 2009   Last Updated: March 03, 2009

The scientists may be wrong when they say that man domesticated dogs. Perhaps, dogs are still trying to domesticate human beings. Plato said, "Dogs have the soul of a philosopher." If you've been fortunate enough to live with a really good dog, you recognize how much that dog enriched your life. My last dog Bogey was a friend and a family member. I did not "own" him. I shared life with him. He had traits in dealing with humans that I wish I had. He was patient with my mistakes in ignoring him on occasion, or the late dinner, because I was busy with what I thought was important. He understood human moods. When things weren't going right for anyone in the family, Bogey's soft head would appear in your lap. His large brown eyes were fixed on you as if he was asking, "What's the problem? Let me help."

When Bogey sensed any danger, he would put himself between you and that danger. He didn't have to be asked, and all he wanted in return was affection and a small bit of praise. He would also accept a Milk Bone with glee. He even put up with the stupid tricks that I taught him. Put the treat on the floor and tell him to stay. Then you walk away for a few seconds. When you returned, Bogey was sitting there with a large spotof drool on the floor, faithfully waiting. I thought he was so smart. Actually, he was smarter than I was. He knew that he would get the treat. Why put up a fuss for something that is a sure thing? I never could get him to sit with a treat on his nose. I think it was his way of telling me that there are limits to the amount of humility a noble beast should endure.

Bogey made simple times rewarding occasions. Coming home after a really bad day turned into a wonderful reunion. His happiness to see you took a lot of the day's frustration away. Walking in the woods and watching him be a dog was a study in the setting your priorities. He knew which tree that squirrel had run up three days ago, and he'd go check it out. I think he knew the squirrel was not there anymore, but he wanted the squirrel to know that he was checking. He was gracious and loving when you'd make a big deal over the new grandchild. But, he also would gently nudge you to make you remember who was on duty with love and protection every day.

Bogey was the most considerate being I have ever known. The day he died, he waited until nine on a Monday morning. I think he knew the vet would be open. The last hour of his life, I sat on the vet's floor scratching him behind his ears. It was his favorite form of affection. He was bleeding out from old age. He had absolutely no energy left, but he would wag his tail every few minutes. I was trying to comfort him. He knew how to comfort me, even in his last hour. I did not own Bogey. He was a very special friend. You don't own another's friendship. You try to earn it with kindness and respect. Bogey taught me that.

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