Dogs are (wo)man’s best friend.
They give unconditional love. They live in the moment. They make us laugh.
That’s what everyone says.
But do we really expect people to believe we love dogs for their characters? I don’t think we’re so deep.
In fact, most of us can’t resist a pretty face. And we really love dogs for their looks.
Hey, Look At That Dog
As a dog lover, I’m the equivalent of a teenage boy at the beach—swiveling my head in every direction overwhelmed by gorgeous flesh while trying not to get caught looking.
“Look, look, there’s one,” I say as I poke my husband in the arm. “See the puppy?”
“Ooh, wait. Is that a Great Pyrenees? Or some kind of mix?”
My eyes are drawn to dogs. And it’s not their personalities I’m checking out. It’s their looks.
Although my eyes will follow every dog I see, I do have a type.
I Love A Dog Who…
I like big mutts and I cannot lie…
I am a sucker for a large-ish, mixed breed dog with a thick coat, preferably in shades of brown with touches of white and black. If you know Cleo from Grouchy Puppy, you know my type.
Sure, I’ll stop to pet a white dog or a curly-haired poodle or a smooth-coated terrier. But once I get my hands into a double-coat and catch a glimpse of those expressive prick ears, I’m lost.
But what does that mean for the fact that I’m living with a blonde dog with a silky coat and floppy ears?
Looking Past Looks
Yes, I know many consider golden retrievers to be an exceptionally beautiful dog breed. But goldens were never my type.
Golden retrievers are like Portia De Rossi. I can see she’s beautiful. But I don’t want to date her.
They’re the Barbie dolls of dogs.
And yet… Honey is the most beautiful dog in the world.
I brought her home with me for her personality. So I could have a tolerant and patient dog who would welcome foster dogs into our home.
Now I’m smitten. And I look past the soft floppy ears, the smiling eyes, the gently curving mouth, the silky coat, and floofy tail and see the beauty within on the outside as well.
I’ve also never seen the appeal of smooshy-faced dogs. People tell me they love pugs and the like because their faces look so human (really?) but pushed in noses have never gotten me to coo.
Love Makes Every Dog Beautiful
If you told me I’d fall in love with a small, smooshy-faced dog with a stubby tail and a smooth coat I’d have said you were crazy. After all, that’s the opposite description of my favorite dog type. In every way.
But then I met Lil Miss Punkin Butt. And I fell in love.
I can’t resist her.
I love her little antic face with the tongue that probes my face like a heat-seeking missile. I can’t resist the little snores. And those froggy legs sticking out behind her when she’s resting make me die.
I knew I’d love her brother, Mr. Handsome. After all, he’s a Lab. He’s big and manly and handsome. My name for him fits. And he has personality plus.
But I never realized how beautiful I’d find a little dog with a butt like a pumpkin.
What can I say? I’m shallow. I love dogs for their looks.
And even when I don’t start out loving them for their looks, it ends up that way.
But I doubt I’m the only one.
Your Turn: Do you have a “type?” Do your current dogs fit the “type?” Or did you fall in love despite yourself?