I am a detective. Observation is the first step to understanding in my field of study. The more keenly I observe the more success I’ve found. I am constantly unraveling mysteries. Solving cases. Each and every person and dog I come into contact with provides me with clues and evidences. I cultivate my powers of deduction. Reasoning. Thinking. I am cautious never to jump to conclusions and yet I am always puzzling out the possibilities.
Over the years I have learned to follow my hunches. Gut instinct is something I have learned to rely on. Still I’m always searching for hard evidence. Just the facts.
My job is to uncover the truth. The more adept at finding clues and following them the more clearly the truth unfolds into tangible, solid, images. This is no mirage. And the truth is always waiting to be discovered.
“I have trained myself to notice what I see.” -Sherlock Holmes
I pull up to another house on yet another appointment. It’s drizzly and gray outside. A continual dropping of cool precipitation falls around me. Real Tacoma weather. The weather is but a reflection of many of the bleak situations my clients face.
My clients. All the same. All different. Poor folks who got mixed up dealing with a rough crowd. Or should I say a “ruff” crowd? Dogs.
Dogs don’t mind trouble. Some dogs even look for it. Some were born and bred for it.
I ring the doorbell. Then I clear my mind of all the thoughts that can sneak into it and cling there. Another door means another dog and another owner. Taking a deep breath I brace myself. Time to focus. Time to see.
I drink in the little details.
The welcome mat that tells me the client is a “dog lover,”…that a “Spoiled rotten dog lives there.” I wonder, have they fallen for the dog’s charms and taken an oversimplified view of the dog’s intelligence not recognizing the dog as a manipulative mastermind thus leading to a plethora of behavioral issues?
I am conscious of the amount of time it takes them to come open the door…Are they fully invested in solving the case and getting to the bottom of it or only half-hearted in their attempts to better their own situation?
There are several spider webs in the corners of their porch…When was the last time they cleaned the porch, or their house, for that matter, and are they a painstaking person enough to take the time and action necessary for the pleasant resolution of their case?
I hear them approach. And, of course, I heard the beast’s rapid approach before them…Did the dog slam into the door while barking ferociously? Was it out of fearful, territorial behavior? Was the dog assertively claiming the doorway and warning whoever is behind it? Me. I’m there. Waiting to clap eyes upon the mongrel and his master.
I’ve got to be alert in this line of work. Danger can rear it’s ugly head in the blink of an eye. Dogs are fast. People are not.
“It is my business to know what other people don’t know.” -Sherlock Holmes
Dogs are powerful. Most dogs have power enough in their jaws to easily break bones. Fortunately for me they usually choose not to. Still, I’ve got to be alert and observant and ready for anything.
Dogs come equipped with great weapons. But I also am armed. I come armed with an understanding of an ancient and primal language. I have my observational skills. And I always carry my trusty bag.
My bag has literally saved my skin more times than I care to remember. From Pit bulls to Pekingese there’s been so many bites my bag has taken in place of my arm!
There’s this myth that exists…most folks believe it. It goes something like, “Dogs just want to please.” Give me a break! Boy, do we need to wise up. That’s like saying “Kids just want to please.” It simply isn’t true in most cases. That’s why I’m here though, to find the truth and see what others cannot.
I’ve got to connect the pieces, find the clues, and solve the case. It’s what I do as a dog detective.