If dogs were our teachers, we would learn important stuff like:

[Large_Al]

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them like they've been gone for a year.

Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride in the car.

Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.

When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.

Let others know when they've invaded your territory.

Take naps.

Stretch before rising.

Run, romp, and play daily.

Thrive on attention and let people touch you.

Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.

On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.

On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.

When you're happy, dance around and wiggle your entire body.

No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout. Run right back and make friends.

Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.

Be loyal but never pretend to be something you're not.

If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.

[HomeschoolrsRUs]

:claps: Had to go hug my poochies after reading that! Thanks for posting it!

[The_Sonarman]

Good one, Al. Fits my dog to a "T".

[Wolfcounsel]

That fits ME to a "T"!

[Teenager]

Man, I'd better go give muh dogs a little sweet loving. Honey and Hershy are their names.

[LadyHawk108]

That was awesome and soooo true!!! We have alot to learn!

[DesertFox]

Not me. My dawg's a small white poodle-looking feller. His whole shtick is drama. He acts ferocious until the other, bigger dog comes close, at which time his tail wags at 90 mph.

Lucky is persuaded that he's the Great White Hunter. I walk him in the alleys back of our place, and he always brings something back -- a bone, a discarded bagel, something.

He won't let me rest in bed of a morning. Nossirree. He comes romping in, breathing his stinky breath in my face, until I get up and we go walking.

The onliest thing allowed to get in the way of the morning and evening walks is -- STEAK! CHOPS! HOT DOGS! Anything good to eat takes precedence over anything else.

Lucky is maybe the luckiest dawg ever was. He's been run over three times. Each time it scared the shit out of him, but not a one did him any damage. Not even to his idiot mind, which still don't get it.

But he's been a faithful companion these 11 years, and he's always delighted out of his mind to see me. How can one NOT love someone like that?