Friends…. they come in all shapes and sizes and types of species…. but they have one thing in common, they love you for who you are, not what you are. Most of my friends in my life now are not human, for while I genuinely like ppl, I dont trust most of them. Its not them, its what my human “friends” in the past have done to me. Those that know me well know I keep a certain distance between most ppl and myself. They have come to know its not personal, its just who I am and they know why. For many ppl having a large group of friends is all important and going out every week with their friends is the highlight of their week. That is great, but for me just being home with family and the collies makes my day. Those that are my friends know I care about them and with my new job and the hours I work they wont see me much until the shift changes. By the way, one thing I have learned is that those who claim to be friends but only hang around for one interest arent really friends. Disagree with them on that interest and see how quickly they are no longer your “friend.” Through the collies I have made lots of nice friends who share more than just collies with me, we talk about lots of other things like books, family, tractors, the weather, their lives and mine. I enjoy hearing from them, but I am not always the best when it comes to keeping in contact. Times flies by much quicker than I realize sometimes. But, back to friends… I think this pictures says it all…..
Friends
March 22, 2015 by colliesofthemeadow
Collies Of The Meadow 
Animals, I think dogs in particular, know who we really are, and love us “warts and all” 🙂 Miss Moo always knows how I feel and there’s nothing like a nice lick on the nose to make me feel better! 🙂
Apart from my family , my only friends are all dogs. I would trust a dog to the ends of the earth and back again…not so with humans…
Dogs teach us about real friendship….pity we forget to apply those lessons to people.
I couldn’t agree with you more!
Hmmm, that description is hauntingly familiar. Most people will tell you that we are similar. I hate crowds and prefer the dog park to going out with people.
I try to keep an eye on what people are doing for me. I have had people try to cause me grief with the result being a shining moment in time. On the other hand, friends have tried to do something good for me only to cause me more pain and grief then they could have imagined.
I learned a long time ago to differentiate between malice and honest mistakes. Very few people do things out of malice.
As for life, my North Star is a poem written in 1895 by Rudyard Kipling. The poem “If” has guided me ever since I first read it in High School over forty years ago,
Dog Dad
I love that poem! I have a framed copy in my study. However inspiring it is, historical context is a good idea for any literary work. Perhaps you already know that according to Kipling himself, he wrote If as an homage to Dr Leander Starr Jameson, who led a raid in 1895 by British forces against the Boers in South Africa, known as “The Jameson Raid.” It was a debacle (hence the “stiff upper lip” that Kipling celebrates and that British people, and lots of others, still celebrate.) The raid eventually led to the Second Boer War and more ominously to bad blood between England and Germany, who supported putting down the uprising. The British press portrayed Jameson as a hero in the middle of the disaster, and the actual defeat as a British victory. The bottom line, underlying impetus, for Jameson’s Raid was desire for control of the, then, recently discovered gold in South Africa. None of this takes away from Kipling’s words.. but it’s intersting to know what lead him to write them….