8 Teachings via Dog Wisdom.

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Gus is an almost 11(going-on-four)-year-old German Shorthaired Pointer.

I have been his human since the day we first met—him lying on top of a pile of puppies–me looking through a chain link fence. Through our years, I’ve spent countless hours, days, weeks and months training this animal. And through it all—the life going on around his sweet puppy-into-dog world—he has been teaching me.

What I have learned:

1. Stop to smell the roses.

(And piles of weird stuff on the side of the road, rocks, other dog’s butts. You know, the yummy stuff.)

Gus can be going at an all-out, full-run, pace and then stop on a dime to sniff something that is the most interesting, fabulous, time-stopping thing. The rest of the world ceases to exist and that thing (gross or otherwise) is the most important thing in the universe.

If we all took time out of our busy-ness each day to notice just one thing that we didn’t notice yesterday, the world would be a much more interesting place. Also, think about how lovely it is for that thing (or human) to be the one thing that someone went out of their way to notice today.

2. Roll in the grass.

There is a certain spot, on the grass next to the beach, where Gus will invariably stop, drop and roll. I don’t know what it is about that spot, but the ecstatic purr-cum-whine noise and butt-wiggling that ensues tells the whole story.

We humans spend a lot of time being vertical. Going from point A to point B in order to do thing C. We also spend a lot of time sitting. At desks. In cars. Sometimes in our favorite, little coffee shop. We do not spend enough time close to the ground. We do not relish the simple pleasures of sitting, lying, rolling in the grass, breathing in the earthy, mossy, verdant textures of the terra firma that we take for granted. We should do this more.

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3. Mess up the bed.

I make my bed every morning. There is something about the ritual of tidying up, so when I come home there is some semblance of order to my world. Sometimes when I get home, my bedroom looks as if a grand shag-fest took place without me. Pillows on the floor. Duvet in a weird pile in the middle of the bed. Tennis balls everywhere.

So, either my dog has a better sex life than I do, or he’s trying to send me a message or two.

a. Don’t be so serious all the time. It’s okay to mess up the bed a little—you can always put it back the way it was. Besides, you’re just going to mess it up again when you sleep tonight.

b. Use your imagination. What would you like to be doing in this bed? What do you think it would look like after you did said (things)? Set the intention—life’s too short. Have some fun.

4. Luxuriate in the little things.

Regardless of the weather, Gus needs to go out.

So, on a 37°F rainy day in New England, I don my Gore-Tex suit and dutifully set out into the great outdoors with said animal. Upon return, we have a towelling-off ritual. First, the head, then paws, then back and undercarriage. Then, the head again. Gus makes this small, almost indiscernible, guttural sound when I’m towelling off his head. He gives me his head with all his weight and makes this teeny moan noise in the back of his throat. He loves the head-towelling.

I met a German woman on a recent trip to India. Each time we had a meal together (and there were many wonderful meals), she would make this small but intentional “mmmm” noise when she first tasted something that was utterly yummy. After a while, her “mmmm” became a running commentary on the food quality, and reminded me of Gus and his small moans that signal a deep content with the little things.

We encounter small wonders every day. Cooking smells emanating from a neighbor’s window. Flowers in bloom. Pileated woodpeckers. The melodies that the waves make as they tumble over rocks.

What is your gut reaction to these wonders? Do our schedules permit us the tender moments we need to stop and breathe in these little, simple pleasures?

5. Greet loved ones properly.

There is nothing like being greeted by a dog, when we come home from a bad day. In fact, one of the best things about dog ownership is that split second when we open the door and this wiggling, wagging, so happy-to-see-only-you face greets us with a slobbery tennis ball in its jaws. Even if we’ve been gone for 26 minutes.

Pure unconditional love.

So why is it, then, when we have had an historically bad day and our partner has had an historically grumpy day, do we greet each other with something akin to, “F*ck You?” Not even, “I love you, but F*ck You.” Just, “Do not even bother coming near me. F*ck. You.”

We need to borrow dog logic on this one and start letting the past (and hence said bad/grumpy Day) go for even a moment and greet our loved ones as we would want them to greet us on our bad/grumpy days. Because, really, don’t we feel better after giving a hug when we are in a crappy mood?

Hugs are pretty much always reciprocated. And life is too short to regret not giving that hug you should have.

6. Let them know if you don’t like it.

Gus is one of the most laid-back dogs I’ve known.

He is genial, middle-of-the road, non-dominant but not submissive either. He shares toys, food and for the most part plays well with others. He does not, however, tolerate some puppies well. When a puppy (or any other dog for that matter) jumps on him without warning, he will growl and/or snap. When a dog charges him, he will defend himself.

After that warning and a good butt-sniff, things are usually okay. And if the dog does it again, there is additional warning. If it continues, we will leave the beach if offending dog (and their as-offensive owner) is there.

I think we need to let people know that what they are doing is not always okay.

We need to let them know that we still like them even if some things they do aren’t cool with us, so please don’t do those things. And sure enough, if we tell them in earnest, they will stop doing those things—to us and to other people.

There are also the people we have in our lives who continue to jump on us, or do things we can’t tolerate and that they alone are able to change (be it selfishness, excessive drinking, passive-aggressive behavior, speeding, whatever). These are the people that we have to decide whether or not to engage with and enable in perpetuity.

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7. Snuggle. Hug.

What I didn’t quite understand, when I got Gus was that he was going to be a 75-pound lap dog.

His modus operandi is to find an unsuspecting victim (er…friend) sitting on the grass, floor, sofa, whatever and nonchalantly scootch his little-ish dog butt onto their lap. The shock abates quickly (especially in unsuspecting strangers), and usually turns into fits of laughter.

And hugs. It is very hard not to hug a giant dog who has purloined your lap. It is especially fabulous when he tilts his large dog head back to lean on yours— this is the Gus way of hugging you back.

So, we live in these giant houses and flats with distinct rooms for every little thing and we ramble through our lives not touching. Or not touching enough.

That isn’t to say that on a 95°F New England, August afternoon I want anyone sitting in my lap. But it is quite nice to hold hands, pat someone lovingly on the ass, touch a shoulder, kiss a cheek, hug with intent, snog on occasion.

I was at a Krishna Das concert, not too long ago, and a friend-of-a-friend complete stranger said to me, “I just learned how to hug properly. Want to see?” And with the largest of smiles, this new-to-hugging-properly guy gave me one of the best hugs I’d gotten in ages. “It’s the “over/under” not the “around the middle” hugs that work the best,” he instructed. I knew this already but didn’t want to spoil the moment. Mmmm.

8. Observe. Listen. Identify what’s not quite right. Ask questions.

This is perhaps the most profound piece of dog-wisdom I’ve received.

The Gus nose is always sniffing. The ears, always listening. The eyes, looking for shiny things and that which seems out of place. Frequently on a walk, he will stop and point at things that were not there yesterday. A pair of sneakers tossed over a utility wire. A zombie hand sticking out of a tree at Halloween time. A lost glove sitting on a snowbank. A child crying on the beach. A person in a dark hood.

He points, then looks at me. For what, approval to go check it out? To ask what that is? To learn why it’s there? To understand what’s changed?

Throughout my life, I’ve been called out for asking too many questions. For digging for the deeper meaning. For reading into the why or the where or the how.

If we go through life taking for granted what others give us as the truth, then what is our truth? Where is our meaning? How do we discern our individual thought from what is groupthink?

That’s not to say that some things aren’t what they are. A glove on a snowbank is just that. Put there for its owner to find. But maybe, sometimes, there’s a deeper story or more information that’s needed to make the situation just make sense.

We need to stay curious, stay informed, seek meaning, discern truth from fiction, drama from reality.

We need to learn from our dogs.

Because dog-wisdom is simple.

And it can teach us to look at the world through puppy eyes, which just maybe is what’s needed sometimes.

Bonus:

Ogden Nash: An introduction to dogs.

Dog is a man’s best friend.
He has a tail at one end.
Up in front he has teeth.
And four legs underneath.

Dogs like to bark.
They like it best after dark.
They not only frighten prowlers away
But also hold the sandman at bay.

A dog that it is indoors
To be let out implores.
You let him out and what then?
He wants back in again.

Dogs display reluctance and wrath
If you try to give them a bath.
They bury bones in hideaways
And half the time they trot sideaways.

They cheer up people who are frowning,
And rescue people who are drowning
They also track mud on beds,
And chew people’s clothes to shreds.

Dogs in the country have fun.
They run and run and run.
But in the city this species
Is dragged around on leashes.

Dogs are upright as a steeple
And much more loyal than people.
Well people may be reprehensibler
But that’s probably because they are sensibler.

~

Relephant Reads:

My Dog is my Mindfulness Guru.

The Relationship Secret? We Should Treat our Lovers Like Dogs.

~

Author: Leslie Woodruff

Volunteer Editor: Kim Haas/ Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock

Photo: Courtesy of the author.

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Lesli Woodruff

Lesli Woodruff is a yogini, instructional designer, photographer, cook, diver, wanderer, writer and dog’s best friend. She has been studying yogic philosophy and its application to the “real world” for much of the past 10 years. There are eight words written on the wall in her yoga room: asteya, satya, ahimsa, bramacharya, aparigraha, iccha, jnana, kriya. These, in addition to the concept that things work out (just not exactly the way you thought they would), are her guiding principles. At some point, she’ll write the manifesto of her dreams. In the meantime, musings about dog wisdom and insights about the world at large prevail. Connect with her on Twitter.

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anonymous Apr 13, 2015 3:26pm

Beautiful. Wish that humans could be as forgiving as our beloved dogs.