Do I prefer dogs to people..... Uhm

Do I prefer dogs to people..... Uhm - sometimes!!

The other day, somebody bought me a t-shirt that made me stop in my tracks and think, wait a minute, do I have a twin somewhere out there? Because on the front of this glorious piece of cotton it said:

“I’m not really antisocial, I just prefer dogs.”

And in that moment, I felt seen. Like, really seen. As if some stranger had cracked open my brain, read all the scribbled notes inside, and thought, Yep. That’s her slogan.

Because here’s the truth: I do prefer dogs. Not always, not in every single moment—but often enough that I might as well embroider it on a pillow.

Dogs don’t care if you show up with messy hair or with anxiety trailing after you like a second shadow. They don’t judge your questionable taste in snacks (hello, cheese puffs for dinner) or side-eye you for binge-reading cozy mysteries when the laundry is staging a coup.

If you treat them well, they’ll treat you better. If you mess up, they’ll forgive you before you’ve even finished apologizing. And unlike people, dogs aren’t going to demand to speak to your manager because you didn’t fluff their pillow just so. Their only real complaint? Dinner arriving late. And let’s be honest—by dog standards, that is basically a capital crime.

My Papillon, Blueberry, has the whole system figured out. She knows I’m the hand that feeds her, the one who scratches behind her ears, the one who tells her daily she is the most magical, fluffy being to ever exist. In return, she’s loyal, forgiving, and occasionally a little bossy about treat distribution. (She has a point. I am late sometimes.)

People? Well, people can be delightful, funny, full of surprises and kindness. But they can also be exhausting. Too many rules, too much judgment, too much pretending. With dogs, you never have to explain yourself. You just get to be.

So yes, when society feels like too much, when expectations weigh heavy and conversations start to feel like negotiations, I will happily choose dogs. Because they don’t just put up with you—they celebrate you, fur-covered flaws and all.

What about you? Do you ever find yourself thinking, “Yep, give me the dogs over the drama”? If so, welcome to the pack. I’ll bring the squeaky toys.

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