“Cyril, a good judge of human mood, nudged gently at his side. Canine body language for “I understand”. Dogs understood misery.”
This is a quote from The Peppermint Tea Chronicles by Alexander McCall Smith. It’s a fabulous little book that I’m about half way through. But quote above is in the first chapter. Bertie, who is seven, is disconsolate over having to attend a mostly-girls birthday part. Cyril is the next-door neighbor’s dog. When I read this, I was immediately reminded of a time when I was about seven and was completely heartbroken over something. I don’t remember what the issue was but I do have a snapshot in my memory of sitting on the wide stairs of my home and crying as if there were no tomorrow.
While I cried, our family dog, Princess (aka Princess the Wonder Dog) crept over quietly and sat down beside me. She laid her head in my lap and I clutched her to me as I bawled. I remember this as if it happened yesterday – the feel of her clearly sympathizing with my misery. It’s true – dogs understand misery.
I can’t wait to finish this book; I’m assuming there may be some other nuggets that will speak to me.
Do you remember when you found out the truth about Santa Claus?