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100 Sad Days: Day 6; For the Love of Dog

I have often read that animals help people with medical conditions by reducing stress levels.  One of those conditions is mental health. There are many articles out there that have medical backing showing that having a pet can help with depression.  I never really thought about it before but most of the people I know that do suffer with this illness do also have pets.

My life isn't complete without a dog, my own little fur baby, oh go on I admit it I am a dog person (not a surprise for those that know me).  I never understand people that don't like dogs or are irrationally scared of them.  I don't understand how people cannot open their heart to a pooch.  I definitely don't understand animal abuse. Hate breeds hate. Dogs aren't bad they just need the right owners. For me they always worm their way in to my heart and I love them even more for that.  

Maybe it is for selfish reasons that I need a dog in my life, the unconditional love, the fact that they are ALWAYS happy to see me.  The look in their eyes and their funny little ways always make my heart melt.  Or maybe it is the sad side of my nature that makes me want to nurture a four-legged friend?

So why are they good for depression?  
1: their love is unconditional and uncomplicated.  When so many relationships in our lives are full of politics and arguments a dog just wants to be with you
2: they seem to have a sixth sense for knowing you are feeling down.  They sidle up to you, nudge you, kiss you, just let you know that they are there.
3: they rarely ask for anything back, just food, water, walking and cuddles.
4: then there are the medical reasons: the exercise; the fact that stroking a pet relaxes you; the routine; the social aspect (you may get out and talk to other dog walkers); the distraction they cause from everyday situations and moods.

My list could go on and on.  Instead I will just say that without the love of a dog in my life my house would not be my home.

If you want to read more about dogs and depression I found the following useful:

http://www.m.webmd.com/depression/features/pets-depression

http://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2013/05/19/6-ways-pets-relieve-depression/

Dogsfordepression.org.uk

The photos of my doggies: Diesel and Lollipop; Vinnie Jones; Fletcher...  I should really also include my dog from when I was a kid: Duchess.



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