Some people look at dogs as animals that could be taken for granted because they have no emotions and one could do anything without it complaining. But that is not the case. Dogs are like people who get emotional too. They cry when they are hurt. They laugh when they are happy. And they get emotional when they see something wrong.
I am not a dog lover when I was younger. I look at dogs as mere animals that guard the house and chase away robbers. I had never imagined that dogs too have emotions of their own. Six years ago, my nephew wanted a dog. It so happened that my employer's cousin had a dog that he wanted disposed. I then took the dog home to my nephew. It was a big white dog and my nephew got very fond of it. We named him Saber.
As days went, I began to like Saber too. He is a lovable dog, smart and obedient. If told to sit and behave, he looks at us and does what is told. If we get mad at him for a wrong done, he sits in the corner with his pleading eyes then bows his head. Once I reprimanded him because he peed on the floor and he went to the corner and sulked like a little child until I went to him and talked to him lovingly.
Saber is a very playful dog and he loves being petted by all of us. Saber knows when a visitor comes. He runs to the gate and bangs it with his paws, then barks angrily at the visitor. But if it is a member of the family, he yelps happily and waits for someone to open the gate. He loves kissing everybody especially someone who just arrived home.
Saber enjoys taking a bath and playing with the kids while bathing. Once done, he runs inside and waits to be toweled dry. He sits by the door and watches us at work. And when we talk to him he stands and nuzzles us. Saber knows his meal time. Once he hears the sound of his plate being whisked, he yelps and runs to his food.
Saber is a very active dog. He often spends a few hours outside the house, running around then comes home to have a rest. He loves lying on the bare floor because it is cooler. One day, he ran home from outside and pushed himself under the table howling. We all got worried and checked if he was hurt but he refused to come out under the table. His tail was between his legs and we were sure something was wrong. I tried to talk to saber, asking him what was wrong but he kept howling softly. Then my nephew came and told us what had happened. Saber saw drunk- men butchering a dog to feast on their drinking spree.
We all tried to talk to Saber and explained that nothing bad will happen to him. It took a week before Saber was back to himself and played with us normally. I never thought dogs could be like man. They could understand what is happening around them, and could display emotions like that of man.
Saber is now seven years old and is with us like a family. We treat him like a member of the family. When he comes home for a walk outside, he bangs the gate until someone goes out to open it for him. He is such a wonderful dog that everyone who comes to our house greets him and talks to him like a child.
My god we are savages...