Best Friends

What distinguishes a dog from a man is that the dog does not ask for anything in return. There is no one or somebody for whom he does it. Simply, that's his need.

When he came to our home (I deliberately say a home, not a house, because the house can be anywhere, and the home where the people you love and belong to you live), he had a month. He could fit in a bread bag.
After a decade, snow fell in Podgorica, and something went wrong with our whiteness at our door. He was black as a raven. His hair shone, and his blue-blue eyes looked scared around him. He hid his head that he would not see us. Surely we acted like giants that are overwhelmed over him and teeth our teeth.

Yes, yes, everyone except one. Mario had a poor year, and he was cleverly buzzing around the house. Everything could already have been the victim of his curiosity, and so did Ajs. After we eliminated the wounds arising from the battle with the brothers and sisters and the dirt of the box from which he came, and in which he was born, our joint journey began. During this journey, it was very hard at that time. Cleaning from worms, vaccines, changing diapers, bottles, porridge, AD drops. Soon Mario and Ajs became the leader of the pack. I know that now dog breeders will try to explain to me how a dog should position, obey, put under the boss, etc. Believe me that it all falls into the water just to one glance of love between the two. They shuffled together around the house looking for hidden balls, stole one another toys, snatched food, slept together, kissed and bite. The dog as a subject is not what we wanted. We wanted a faithful friend, someone who has his own personality that we will love, just as he loved us. And of course, Ays has become a person and a friend whom we love immensely, when he is a member of the home, family.

Later, more dogs came to our home. Some are left, some do not. But Ajs is here from the first day. He never changed. There was also the same puppy that came to us on one winter, snowy day. She still loves to have all our attention to herself, she still loves to rush with anything in her mouth, thinking of someone catching him, still jealous "like a dog," and still hates water and hair, and of course, she still loves to everything is under his control.
She is still our favorite and "crazy" and "piggy" and "baby", although she has over 50 pounds.

It's hard to explain the feeling when people meet our dogs. They all bother one another and are not thrilled or calm when the dogs are next to them. "We do not like hair", "Just do not touch me", "Uh, remove it, she will beat me", "Do not swallow my hair" ... There are those who express their intolerance towards them through concern for Maria: it will scratch it, "" It will get a baby echinococcus or some other illness "," Wow, watch him not bite, "" I would not believe them a lot, they are dogs "...

If I told each one of them what I really feel while they were speaking, they would never come to our home again.
Well, when I can not tell you (and it's not for me that I can not), at least I can write. Read carefully all who are coming, or you intend to come with us.

Our dogs are members of our family, our pack. It consists of two great members, two small members and two hairy members. Our dogs are our friends and friends of our children, who help them develop as humans. To get all that many of you are missing: empathy, care for another living being, tenderness, curiosity, playing at any time (our dogs are never tired when it comes to playing), warmth (nothing can be measured with Ash's warm, motherly licking of the face and the hand of the child), dogs help us to be closer to nature and instincts (how we all calm down and listening to noise around the house, trying to find out what the sound produces) help us to be happier and more fulfilled, help us better we understand people, we better "read" signs from the eyes. Our dogs are equal members of the family: they have the right to a bed, sofa, armchair, a doctor when they are sick and warm soup, have the right to be loved and accepted, have the right to play, on their own behalf, at a joint lunch warn that he eats the boss first and then the dog, that it so needs).
Living with dogs often drags you away from what "you should" to "I feel it should be". And it is an invaluable asset. In those moments, you are measured by feeling, not socially acceptable. There are several reasons for this, and I always have an image in front of my eyes that gives me the right to love my dogs more than most people I know. This picture is to be described through Ays's need to always be close to his family, he, and then everyone else. This need is bounded by the need for food, water and life. This necessity to me means loyalty, respect and love, which, you will agree, are the foundation of any ideal relationship. Or at least what people are trying to tie in with some other people. What distinguishes a dog from a man is that the dog does not ask for anything in return. There is no one or somebody for whom he does it. Simply, that's his need.