When I look at my dogs and the overwhelming feeling of elation comes over me, I’m puzzled. Is it just the hormones-or is there something more about love that we’re yet to discover? Are my rescues filling in some gaps, some subconscious desires I might have? I’ve never thought of myself as craving acceptance and unconditional love, but I feel perfectly happy when I’m with Brian and Lily. Works like magic, every time. I know oxytocin has a lot to answer for – I teach all my dogs to look at me for training purposes and the side effect is the wave of warmth and bliss I get when they gaze into my eyes.
Looking at their photos works, too. Brian looks into my eyes now. I am still the only person he looks straight at, without reverting his gaze. And for me, this feels better than winning a Nobel prize (nope, I’ve never won a Nobel prize so the pseudo psychoanalysis resulting in the comparison is purely speculative) .