A couple days ago I shared my thoughts about our present dog and recent dog. Tonight I am reminiscing about some of my early experiences with dogs. When I was younger I wanted to bring home every stray dog on Guam. I wanted to save all the neglected and sickly dogs roaming the island!
If you have ever visited the island, one sad fact about Guam becomes obvious in regards to a large population of stray dogs. Seeing dogs decomposing on the side of the road was sadly normal. It is truly a tragic problem facing the island. I’ve lived in Idaho for over a decade now and I have never seen a single dead dog laying on the road.
I was always fond of dogs and we had several growing up, mostly mutts. Many of them were given to us and the rest we found homeless somewhere (what we call boonie dogs) and took them in. Where it is so hot and humid, our dogs spent a lot of time outside and they made excellent watch dogs from thieves. We always knew when a stranger was approaching the house because our dogs were barking.
As a teenager, I used to walk to the mom-and-pop store near our neighborhood or jog to the public gym in our village to play basketball. My dog would follow me and sit outside in front of the entrance, patiently waiting for me or my sibling to finish shopping or playing.
I’ll always remember our family dogs of all sizes and kinds. Remember how they didn’t get dog food like our dogs today, but they were always grateful for our leftovers. Remember when we didn’t deserve their love, but they gave it to us. Remember when they gave us reasons to smile and companionship during hard times.