The other day I was working on some story building and getting all around management from my moms, when one of our dogs poked his head up and rested it on my lap and started staring at me. So I stared back just for fun while we were talking and I looked at the little flicks of blue and green in his irises. The bright yellow ring around them brought this crazy color to his whole eye and it was like this tiny voice was whispering in the back of my head that it was important.
It sounds weird, I know, but that’s kind of my thing.
My dog sat there for another ten or fifteen minutes having a staring contest with me and I saw all the tiny ridges and spots of color in his eyes and wondered if that changed how he saw the world. I mean, he’s a dog, and evidently they’re colorblind. Still, I wondered if our own perceptions are faulted by the specks in our eyes.
I’ve been guilty of it before and I know tons of people who are also in this boat, where we begin to think that we aren’t special or we aren’t important enough. We look at ourselves in the mirror and look at our pouch of a stomach or our small shoulders, our big thighs, all of our visual imperfections that weigh us down regularly. All the things that we see in ourselves like our short tempers and our obnoxious laugh and our tendencies to lie about dumb things. Whatever the case may be.
I think we should all start looking at ourselves like dogs look at us.
Weech has never once stopped hanging out with me because I gained weight or because I lied and told him that he needed to wait downstairs so that I could eat dinner in peace. Neither has Wicket. Both of them look at me and my parents with an unconditional love that I can’t explain.
Not only because we provide for them and feed them and shelter them, but because they view us as friends. There was this study that I was reading a while back that explained what happens inside of a dogs brain when they see their master. They get the same reaction that humans do when they see their pets. Their brains flood with happy chemicals and their tails start wagging and they start licking you and it’s a beautiful scene to behold.
There’s something powerful in that act. The fact that your dog looks at you with nothing but love and admiration in its eyes at the end of your long day should tell you something. It should tell us all something…
Even when we’re going downhill and we feel like we are losing control of our lives, sometimes all it takes is another being to look at us and love on us a little bit. Then all of that stress sort of vanishes. I can’t tell you how many times Weechee has laid next to me or one of my parents when they’re sick or feeling bad. They just plop down beside us and won’t move until we do, when we do, they are right on our heels and something about that is powerful.
I think it’s because of their eyes. Their eyes aren’t bogged down in how intricately we see ourselves. They only see the big furless friend that loves on them and gives them treats. They see not only a master, but a lifelong companion and that is an incredible thing to think.
It would be amazing if we could look at everyone with a dog’s eyes. What if? Could you imagine looking at yourself and your friends and loved ones without the slight of humanity?
It would be so amazing, and I think we can do it. Next time you see your friends or your family, make sure that you are only thinking of how much you love them when you see them. It’s change the look in your eyes and maybe, just maybe… It’ll turn their entire day around.