I have always been a K9 lover. It never fails to amaze me how ordinary people trade in dogs for these hissing, stubborn, self-centered felines we call cats. Dogs embody characteristics that we wish all humans could possess: unconditional love, joy, unabashed love of life, and never being one to rush to judgment. Dogs have a way of finding the people who need them, filling an emptiness we don 't even know we have. Ryder is my good boy. Ryder is an Australian Shepherd, who has coloring the same as an old man’s. He is a smoky gray with midnight black and caramel brown specks. Ryder’s chest is majestic and fully white. His fur feels like a wool rug that you want to keep grabbing to feel the softness between your fingers. One eye is chocolaty brown,
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He was sitting by the front door, eyes bigger than I have ever seen. I could hear him wailing with excitement as I made my way to the house. His whole body was quaking back and forth, for he could not contain his excitement. When I finally made it inside, he could not restrain himself any longer. Ryder let out an ear-splitting howl as he gently jumped up putting his rough, front paws softly on my shoulder. We were eye to eye as he licked my nose, leaving a dog-breath smell in its wake. Normally, he would attack me at his first chance, but he knew I was I was suffering physically and emotionally, and he knew he had to be gentle. It is weird how well he can perceive me, sensing my every thought, feeling, and action. After reuniting, I was dog-tired, and my eyes felt as if they were holding up a 400-pound weight. “Bed time,” I said groggily. Ryder immediately perked his ears up, but instead of bolting straight for the stairs like I figured he would, his eyes got glossy and he nudged his soft, wet nose on my calf, licking me gently up the stairs, one by one, as if he were helping me overcome a great obstacle. Ryder and I snuggled into bed, skin to fur, falling asleep like countless nights before, but this time, he was still there in the morning. Ryder is my good
He was sitting by the front door, eyes bigger than I have ever seen. I could hear him wailing with excitement as I made my way to the house. His whole body was quaking back and forth, for he could not contain his excitement. When I finally made it inside, he could not restrain himself any longer. Ryder let out an ear-splitting howl as he gently jumped up putting his rough, front paws softly on my shoulder. We were eye to eye as he licked my nose, leaving a dog-breath smell in its wake. Normally, he would attack me at his first chance, but he knew I was I was suffering physically and emotionally, and he knew he had to be gentle. It is weird how well he can perceive me, sensing my every thought, feeling, and action. After reuniting, I was dog-tired, and my eyes felt as if they were holding up a 400-pound weight. “Bed time,” I said groggily. Ryder immediately perked his ears up, but instead of bolting straight for the stairs like I figured he would, his eyes got glossy and he nudged his soft, wet nose on my calf, licking me gently up the stairs, one by one, as if he were helping me overcome a great obstacle. Ryder and I snuggled into bed, skin to fur, falling asleep like countless nights before, but this time, he was still there in the morning. Ryder is my good