Why Dogs Are Better Than Therapy Dr.Peggy Drexler

It was one of those days in my house where an argument was hanging in the air like a gas leak just waiting for a spark.

Like with most couples, the combustion when it inevitably came was not the kind that lifts the roof off. More like a sustained rumble of muttered asides and one word answers. Then my husband asked a question that changed everything: “Where’s Polly?”

Polly is a yellow lab that shares our  home. She tends to heed the call of the wild. All it takes is an open door, and the wolf voice says, “Go for it.” After a quick and fruitless check under the table, we scrambled like fighter pilots. Check the upstairs, check the yard, get the leash, call the neighbors, grab the dog treats. Move, move, move!

My last clever comeback in the ebb and flow of our suspended argument was shelved. I made a note to save it. It was good.

Polly turned up an hour or so into our frantic search, not too far from the house. She bounded up to us with great surprise and joy: “It’s so cool that we would run into each other like this.” It’s amazing how these limpid-eyed, flop-eared creatures change things. What is it about the light snoring at the foot of the chair, the chorus of alarm that a squirrel has breached the perimeter, or the clip, clip, clip of paws across a kitchen floor?

I have my own theory. A dog is like having an eternal two-year-old around, everything is love, everything is great, and every toy even one with the squeaky long ago ripped from its innards, is a wondrous discovery. Of course, there are more scientific thoughts on the matter.

Perhaps it’s simply biophilia, an oddly scary term for an interesting idea: we are genetically programmed to interact with nature. It’s an instinctive search for connection with other living things. It’s the reason we run back into a smoke filled house to save the hamster. It might explain the soothing effect of a dog in our lives; why petting them has been proven to  elevate moods. Maybe it also explains why dog slobber is not as disgusting as it should be and why we trail dutifully behind them, plastic grocery bag at the ready. It’s all part of the natural order of things.

With Polly safely back under the table, things returned to normal, I was ready to stoke the argument with the wise ass comeback I had saved for later.

The problem was, I couldn’t remember it.

 

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  1. [...] from the webz: I can’t get enough of dogs. There’s a reason why—they’re better than therapy. Aaaand while we’re on the subject of puppiez, this book sounds like a good read, too. [...]

  2. I love this! I even got a shirt at the state fair this year that says “My dog is all the therapy I need.”
    Petting your dog (or other pet!) is also known to release oxytocin (the hormone released in the mother and child during breastfeeding) in the human and the dog. It’s a bonding experience and it relaxes both of you. Seriously. I think everyone should have a pet.

  3. Cats too!