If dog’s have a love language, it’s got to be touch. Right? Seriously…
I never met a dog that didn’t live for petting. And they may be a great example of someone with the love language of touch. If you have a person in your life that has the love language of touch, then may I encourage you to look to the dog? They seem to live for touch.
Consider the great need/desire of someone in life to feel loved by you in the form of touch. Either by a hug, a pat on the back, playing with their hair, a fun wrestling match, a reach for the hand. All examples of the love language of touch. For now, let’s look to the dog. My dog…
Each morning I wake to my sweet dog anxiously waiting for me to wake. The rest of the house can be astir. She’ll not be in their numbers, for her Master is sleeping. So, she waits with loving eyes dutifully upon me. The slightest movement causes her a thrill. And when my movements prove to be only a rollover, her anticipation will not deviate. For, the sun is up initiating the day. The animal kingdom is thriving with movement. So, it’s settled. She waits.
Then, finally, the movement she’s anticipated. Her mind races…
“This is it!” her tails wags like a fan on high as it hits the bed stand with every other swipe. Her gaze is set and her mind races…
“She’s turning over! Yes! Her eyes, they’re opening! Here it comes…the glance out the window. Yes! It’s time! It’s time to wake! The suns’ up!!! Next, the glance at the clock! And finally, that’s right…it’s me!!! It’s me!!!” Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump…goes her tail. As I look at her, her face seems to be all smiles.
As I get out of bed I greet her. “Good Morning Girl.” I climb out of bed and vigorously rub her neck, head, ears. She then goes boneless and rolls over to assume her position. The belly rub is what she’s after and that ensues until duty calls me elsewhere.
Upon leaving the bathroom, I find she’s waiting beyond the door. She’s there lying on the floor with her wagging tail. All her attention fixes on me.
She wonders what kind of day it will be. She knows my routine well. If I grab a towel and some clothes, she stays in the room but retreats to her bed until I’m dressed for the day. She looks melancholy. She knows this routine leads to my leaving. When I leave the room, she follows me throughout the house until she finally sees me to the door. But, if the first thing I do is head to the kitchen then she’s in heel mode every step of the way, with wagging tail bringing up the rear. By my side she’ll remain for any flyby rubs she can get. She’s cheap that way.
She’s my shadow all day. If I assume position at my desk she’s asleep by my feet. Again, taking any flyby rubs my feet will give, while my hands stay busy at computer. If I get situated on the couch with my laptop, she snuggles close. However, throughout the day she snubs my laptop. This inanimate object invades her territory. Throughout the day she stares longingly and jealously at it with hints of disdain.
She waits.
She waits for walks. She waits for playtime and waits for treats. But most of all she waits for those rubs, which transpire with all the above. She looks in my eyes with such love as if to say, “I live for this! I was made for you. And I love you more than you know!” And you know what? I believe her. And when she’s receiving the love language of touch, looks of adoration abound.
She’s my shadow. She remains my shadow until we retire for the evening. Her tummy and love tank are full. She’s been rubbed throughout the day. She stations herself in the bedroom where she can observe my routine. The getting dressed for bed, the brushing of teeth and then one last, long rub…and all is well for her. I climb into bed and she, at last, retires to her bed. The last thing she looks at before closing her eyes, is at me. And I know that in the morning when I awake…
I’ll look out the window, to see what kind of day it is…
I’ll look at the clock, for the time…
Then I’ll look down at my dog…
She’ll be eagerly looking at me, waiting for another day filled with plenty of rubs to fill up her love tank.