Like lots of kids, I always wanted a puppy to follow me home. Using my imagination, I’d picture a happy puppy with floppy ears, curiously walking behind me, stopping when I stopped, following my every move until I arrived home. Then he’d look up at me with those puppy dog eyes until I swooped him up and held him close in my arms. I’d then use those same puppy dog eyes on my parents and sweetly ask, “Can we keep him?”
I realize this is a cat, but you get the picture.
‘Purrrty please?” [blink blink]
Here’s a heartwarming photo of a puppy that followed this solider in Afghanistan for miles before he was finally picked up and put in the soldiers pouch.
“After following the Marines numerous miles, a soft hearted Marine picked the puppy up and carried the puppy in his drop pouch.” by Kevin Hanrahan
What it is about puppies that make us so attached to them? Or on the flip side, what is it about people that make puppies so attached to us?
It’s a loaded question, but I’m sure there are some folks out there that know what I’m talking about. If you have stories or can think of reasons why we love our dogs so much, would love to hear them! Tweet at us @getwaggit
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I’ll never forgot the friendliest and cutest stray dog in Sorrento that would hang out in the square and walk me back to my hotel each night. I wish I could have taken the pooch home with me! Currently reading Inside of a Dog by Alexandra Horowitz and one chapter does a good job answering your question.