A former wife told me, “Gary, I think you care more about dogs than you do people.” I looked at her impassively, replying, “Depends on which dogs and people you’re talking about.” It was a flippant response to a serious observation. Generally speaking, I did feel closer to dogs than I did people back then. It wasn’t because I deemed humans to be less worthy than canines. Far from it. My fondness for dogs stemmed from the fact that they made me feel less alienated. No one spoke of service dogs for veterans with readjustment issues at the time, but that was precisely the role of my first dog, a Doberman I named, Macho.
Of Dogs and Men
Of Dogs and Men
Of Dogs and Men
A former wife told me, “Gary, I think you care more about dogs than you do people.” I looked at her impassively, replying, “Depends on which dogs and people you’re talking about.” It was a flippant response to a serious observation. Generally speaking, I did feel closer to dogs than I did people back then. It wasn’t because I deemed humans to be less worthy than canines. Far from it. My fondness for dogs stemmed from the fact that they made me feel less alienated. No one spoke of service dogs for veterans with readjustment issues at the time, but that was precisely the role of my first dog, a Doberman I named, Macho.