Mom and dad grew and lived through the 1960s in the Bay Area — through the Hippie era. Peace and Love … those were the popular words spoken by the hippies in those days. You might not have been able to understand much more about what they said, but those two words were commonly repeated.
Peace. Love. Who could argue with that?
However, as good and desireable as those words were, there is one word missing:
Let’s consider PEACE. Just think about it … who could possibly be mad when there is a puppy to play with? Who would want to argue when there is a puppy chasing sticks, or balls, or squirrels? (All right, I will concede that maybe the squirrels would be mad.) And what could possibly be more peaceful than a puppy asleep on the lawn?
Yes, real peace is not possible without a dog.
Dogs = Love!
How could anyone doubt this? If you have ever looked into a puppy’s eyes, you saw love. If you have ever had a dog whine and bark when you walk in the house, you heard love. If you ever had your faced licked by a dog, you felt love.
Warm, wet, slobbery love.
Without a doubt, dogs are synonmous with love. Everyone who has ever owned a puppy knows that.
So I will start a new movement. Taking the Hippie ideals one step further, I now begin the Puppie Movement. We’ll have long hair and wear beads (unless we chew them up). We’ll bark Puppie songs. We’ll have a Dog-In in the park.
Peace. Love. Dogs.
Wait a minute.
Will there still be peace and love in the house if I came inside and ran all over the carpet with muddy paws?