I Want to be a Dog When I Grow Up

“When someone you love walks through the door, even if it happens five times a day, you should go totally insane with joy.”

I sometimes wish we were all like dogs (or like little kids). They care beyond belief. They love in a way that we could only wish we could and would and should love and be loved.

I cannot imagine my life without Taylor. I think about him a lot. Whether he’s right next to me when I’m on the couch or in bed, he on the floor when I’m sleeping, by my side as we’re walking and hiking, gnawing on a bone while I am eating, and even when I’m not watching and he’s staring at me, Tay’s got it all figured out.

I loved Jack when he was alive; the years washed away from him the moment I brought him with me to Chicago turning an old ten-year-old dog into a young one. And Foster had the biggest personality of any dog I’ve ever met, lovable despite all the trouble he caused. And then there were our family’s first dog Tina, my brother’s dogs Marv, Lawrence, Kalib, Mason and Argyle. And there were my friends’ dogs Tucker, Roscoe & Leroy, Franky, and so many more.

They intrinsically know something that we don’t, or at the very least their values are always true. They know how to enjoy the simple things in life, cos when it’s all done, that’s all that matters.

They eat, drink, shit and sleep.
But most of all, they love.

I saw this video of a man recording his last day(s) with his dog.


Go Adventure. Go Travel. Go Live.

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