It’s always great fun when Smokey visits. Smokey is my daughter’s seven year old Morkie: half Maltese and half Yorkshire Terrier. He weighs 11 pounds.
Smokey met Kloe the first time after we moved to the mountains. Kloe was just a few months old but already four or five times the size of Smokey. Upon introduction Kloe became instantly enamored with Smokey. With puppy-pose in full force Kloe invited Smokey to run, play, wrestle and good old fashioned tug-o-war. Smokey played it cool, gave Kloe a sniff, and sauntered over to some bushes to leave some pee-mail.
Throughout that weekend Kloe would follow Smokey wherever he went. Kloe would initiate play, Smokey would give her some sniffs and a lick on the face, and then move along his way. When Smokey would jump on the couch to settle in for a nap Kloe would lay on the floor and stare at him. When Smokey went outside to do his business Kloe would follow in his tracks. Occasionally Smokey grew weary of Kloe’s attention and gave a snarl telling Kloe to back off. Kloe respected that and gave him his space. It was good that Smokey, this little miniature Ewok, established some ground rules for Kloe who is always eager and totally unaware of the size difference.
Fast forward a couple of years and things haven’t changed much. Kloe remains enamored with Smokey who is still just 11 pounds and still holds his own navigating in and around Kloe’s 80 pounds of energy and constant motion. Upon arriving for a visit the two of them greet one another with enthusiasm, some “kissy face” and both seem to enjoy the familiarity with one another
The Story of a man who had never seen a dog
A man had never seen a dog before arrived at our house a couple of weekends ago when Smokey was up for a visit This man thought Kloe and Smokey were two different species. The man said, “which one is the dog? And if one is a dog what is that other creature?” When I told him they were both dogs the man responded, “That can’t be true! One is barely 10 pounds, not much bigger than a squirrel, and looks like a fur ball in the wind. The other is 10 times that size, looks like a pony, and runs swiftly like a gazelle. No this can’t be so. They cannot both be dogs.” The man was puzzled and interested in understanding how these two creatures could both be dogs.
I explained how dogs come in many different sizes, have varied physical attributes, and come from many different walks of life. I told him that dogs have a wide variety of backgrounds, experiences, and qualities. I explained that although some dogs have been bred for specific purposes like hunting, or herding, or mousing they are all still dogs. I went on to say that in spite of these different qualities and experiences, and having come from all around the world, they are still all just dogs. Dogs who recognize each other as dogs. Not as a different breed. Not as a lesser or more superior beast. But as equals with a set of universal codes of communication, respect, and an natural ability to get along and co-exist in peace.
The man seemed less puzzled now and began to understand what I was saying. The man said, “So what you’ve told me is a lesson for dogs?”.
I said no, “What I told you is a lesson for men”.
Smokey arriving for a visit