Increased
longevity does NOT extend to the neighbors of pet owners, who sometimes find INCREASED
levels of stress, anxiety, depression and loneliness as a result of the dog(s)
and/or cat(s) next door.
Let me offer
a personal example.
When my wife
and I lived in Kansas City, neighbors two doors down had two rambunctious,
verbally-expressive mutts penned in their back yard. As can happen in doggy math, 1+ 1 soon equaled
8 rambunctious, verbally –expressive mutts.
Much of their verbal expression came, to use a phrase my grandmother
liked, “in the wee, small hours of the morning.”
While my
neighbor’s blood pressure and stress level may have been pegging new lows, mine
were on a decidedly upward trajectory.
Usually, I chose to deal with the problem by discussing it directly with
my neighbor - at 3 AM. “Hey, Jim. I’m concerned about your dogs. They just woke me up with their barking. I certainly hope they are all right.” After hanging up, I would hear my neighbor
checking on his dogs from his window. “SHUT
UP!” he would scream in a concerned
voice.
That
temporary strategy kicked the can on down the road but never resolved the issue. Then, one glorious day I stumbled on a
permanent solution. (No dogs or humans
were injured in the execution of my permanent solution.) I received, via first-class mail, a letter
from a local realtor. “Would I be
interested in a free market appraisal of my home?” If so, I was instructed to return the
enclosed postcard with my name and address.
That I did, with two exceptions.
I returned it with my dog loving NEIGHBOR’S name and address instead. A week later a real estate sign appeared in
my neighbor’s yard. The house sold,
problem solved. Thank you, enterprising
realtor!
Does the
role pets play in keeping you (temporarily) out of heaven earn a spot in heaven
for your devoted pet? In a sermon I
heard a few years back by Dr. Monte Shinkle, Dr. Shinkle addressed this
matter. Though he admitted his
conclusion was definitely not a crowd pleaser, Dr. Shinkle stated that he was
unable to find any scriptural evidence that all dogs go to heaven. Or any, for that matter.
Will Rogers
felt strongly about this question. He
once stated “If there
are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they
went."
Personally,
I’d be a little cautious with a blanket statement like that lest my request be
answered and I find myself engaged in a joy-inspiring doggy activity, like rolling
in a pile of stinky stuff, for eternity.
After
analyzing this matter, Mark Twain concluded, “Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would
stay out and your dog would go in”.
Groucho Marx
had a different view of pets and paradise.
He summed it up like this: “Just
give me a comfortable couch, a dog, a good book, and a woman. Then if you can
get the dog to go somewhere and read the book, I might have a little fun.
For what it
is worth, Groucho lived to be 86, Mark
Twain died at 74, and Will Rogers died
at 55 in a plane crash with one-eyed pilot Wiley Post at the controls. Will made many observations during his short
life. Reportedly, his last one was “Wiley,
I think you got that patch on the wrong eye!”
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