Dear dog walker,
What is charisma, and why are we addicted to it?
The only thing that feeds us is love.
I’ll tell you a secret.
Sometimes, I play a game in my head: it consists of pretending people have dog faces. I think I do it because I wish more people had dog hearts - ready to come to terms with big, primary color emotions.
Maybe a part of me just wants to share my dinner, do some petting, and just like that: “look ma, ta-da, we’re friends!”
I made a really nice friend, just like that, last Sunday night.
I was sitting on a swing set in Bogotá and a darling little pup who answered to the name “Soy” ran over.
“Soy” means “I am” in Spanish, and I thought that was perfect.
She had two deep swimming pools for eyes and a long fleshy pink tongue that was hanging out, ready to taste everything.
"I am here,
I am playing,
I am happy," she said, and I thought that was perfect, too.
That state of being in the moment is what’s so compelling about dogs, don’t you think? They master the art of unselfconscious presence, always ready to experience things honestly.
That’s why every time I see you on the street, I think you have the best job.
Less stuff, more heart, you know? ...And more pooper scoopers, but that’s another story.
Anyway, I hope you have fun with them, every minute of every day. Or at least every minute of the day that you get to spend with them. They’re joy multipliers, and that’s no small gift.
P.S. Do let us know if you EVER need an extra frisbee partner. That would be wonderful.