If the kindest souls were rewarded with the longest lives, dogs would outlive us all
Dogs do one thing exceptionally well—better than any other creature on this planet. They celebrate absolutely everything.
Grab your shoes from the closet. Celebration.
Accidentally say the word “walk.” Full-body, tail-wagging joy.
Leave the house, realize you forgot your phone, and come back thirty seconds later? HUGE celebration. Like you’ve returned from a year-long deployment overeseas.
Dogs don’t wait for weekends, vacations, or Christmas. They don’t need a reason. They’re happy to be alive today. Every ordinary moment is treated like a small miracle. Because to them, it is.
I took my dog to the vet the other day. The picture above is him AFTER he was dragged around on a leash and stuck with a needle. Five minutes after all of that, he was already on to the next great adventure.
I feel like if dogs could talk for just five seconds of their lives, they’d say to us, “Hey…life doesn’t have to be perfect to be wonderful.”
I don’t know what your life looks like right now. Mine has been a little messy—grief, uncertainty, worry, overthinking. But I can feel myself coming out of it. And when I glanced in my rearview and saw my dog, I was reminded of something so simple, yet so profound: Whitaker isn’t weighed down by yesterday, and he’s not worried about tomorrow. He’s here, in my backseat, excited for nothing at all. And somehow, it’s everything.
That’s the secret of the kindest souls.
