I’m not a dog person. I don’t really understand them and will never belong  to the club of people who feels much of anything in common with dogs.

But what’s great about literature is that it can make you feel and be things that would never be possible if you didn’t read.

Literature humanized me. Reading did that. Without that, who knows what I’d be. Probably terrible. Or at least more terrible.

Reading this, I understood what people get out of dogs, what dogs mean to them.

I wouldn’t add it to my ten best, but it is a great essay, and does all the things that great essays do.

Recommended.