Dallas “What a Beautiful Dog” Ogilsby is a regal thoroughbred followed from the Doberman Rescue of the Triad in Greensboro NC. His proprietor, a woman with enormously specific tastes, expected a younger, pink male with correct ears and primary manners; first rate with people and different animals. Dallas no longer simplest meets those criteria; he transcends all affordable expectancies.

Dallas joined his older sister Wednesday at his mom’s puppy pleasant Bed & Breakfast in Chapel Hill, NC and the two became ambassadors to the Doberman breed. His proud owner states, “So many human beings think about the awful rap Dobermans get and have by no means been around those awesome, quiet, loyal, obedient, smart and ever equipped to thrill dogs. I am proud of the happiness they delivered to my many visitors at the B&B through the years.”

Dallas is a comfort seeker who snuggles up and nests under the covers of his cushy four poster mattress and enjoys leisurely afternoon naps. He lives a fairly structured and disciplined lifestyle as CEO of a morning beach walking club on Isle of Palms. He specifically enjoys lapping the blood drippings of red meat, feasting on mashed sweet potatoes and curling his lip at inferior dogs to establish rank earlier than turning away in divine indifference.

Montana of Sky (a.Ok.A. “Monty,” “Won Ton,” “Meg”) Hart and Dakota of Guggenheim (a.Ok.A. “Coty,” “Gwenneth,” “Gorgeous One” ) Hart are first cousins; yellow Labrador Retrievers adopted from an incredibly elite breeder in North Carolina. They live a pampered, enchanted lifestyles and have in no way visible the inner of a kennel. On the rare event that their parents must regretfully go away on an extended excursion, “the women” are happy to supervise the puppy sitter with strict recommendations regarding dozing etiquette and nutritional issues- they have to sleep on a proper bed and canine meals sans human scraps is definitely unacceptable.

Monty and Coty remain blissfully unaware of their non-human status. They enjoy force-thru breakfasts which include doughnut holes at “Dunkin Doggie”, and they’re now not likely to implore for table meals. They are skilled at gambling deaf and they are less than keen on leashes. Most evenings, “the ladies” revel in frolicking through the manicured hills of their outdoor golf path with their quality friend Wando, also a member of the dog circle of relatives.

Atalanta Baron Oliver of High Point (a.Ok.A. “Ollie,” “Boo,” “Air Ollie”) Mason and his sister Atalanta Candle inside the Wind (a.Okay.A. “Norma-Jean,” “Normee,” “Mamma,” “Stinky,” “Velcro Dog”) Mason are living in Connecticut. In the New England snowstorm, Ollie, a black Standard Poodle of imperial stature, resembles an Oreo cookie and Norma-Jean, a white Toy Poodle, goes AWOL.

While Ollie spent the general public of his life thoroughly ensconced in the loving folds of his human family, Norma-Jean survived a harrowing career in show-enterprise and endured intense abuse from her dog youngsters before being rescued from her property and horse farm in Rhinebeck, NY to sign up for the Mason clan.

Ollie and Norma-Jean revel in lazy days of summer season spent cruising through waters of the Long Island Sound on their circle of relatives boat. Ollie’s athletic prowess puts the NBA to disgrace (hence the nickname “Air Ollie”) and his hanging humanlike demeanor is contemplated thru his soulful eyes. Norma-Jean is pretty needy and insecure; she calls for steady get admission to a human lap (consequently the nick-name “Velcro Dog”). For Norma-Jean, any lap will do imparting the character can bear her unsightly halitosis (hence the nickname “Stinky”).

Mac (a.K.A. “Buddy”) Cohen is living with his doting proprietor on Seabrook Island and enjoys an existence of sheltered extravagance; he prefers peeing on “piddle pads” within the consolation of his personal home to braving the factors of island life. Mac expresses love for his family with wild presentations of affection. Powerful surges of adrenaline propel him through mid-air immediately into the hands of a coveted accomplice as if shot out of a cannon, where he expels globs of doggie saliva thru frenzied bursts of face licking.

As a member of the Boston Terrier own family and generally known as the “American Gentleman,” Mac’s fondness for biting human ears and noses and periodic waves of flatulence fail to qualify him as such. Mac owns sufficient toys to fill a soccer field and he enjoys dining on peanut butter, scrambled eggs or every other cuisine presented via the loving fingers of his caretaker.

Dallas, the pride-searching for thoroughbred and revered ambassador to the Doberman breed, lives a regimented yet decadent way of life and continues a steadfast defensive gaze over his human partner. Despite his cushy 4 poster mattress, scrumptious nutritional cuisine and cherished social status most of the Isle of Palms dog membership, his number one difficulty is the protection and comfort of his liked owner. He would gladly change material consolation for the properly-being of his cherished human counterpart.

Mac, who enjoys homemade treats painstakingly prepared by means of human arms and consumes purified water from a ceramic bowl fashioned like a martini glass, is oblivious to his own suitable fortune. It is exceptionally unlikely that Mac’s inexorable ecstasy could be hindered if he resided together with his owner in a room shack and subsisted on Spam and Bologna (even though his flatulence problem might stop). His feverish show of love closer to his devoted caregiver could probably now not be dampened through an unexpected and drastic shift in way of life and socioeconomic status.

Montana and Dakota are liberated from leash constraints and experience unbridled locomotion even as Dallas “What a Beautiful Dog” is properly disciplined and proudly sports a choke chain around his narrow neck. Mac pees on “piddle pads” even as Ollie and Norma-Jean trek through mounds of New England snow, yet none of these trivial external details matter to our trustworthy dog friends supplying there’s love, love, love.

Our bushy partners are blessed with a very special gift that maximum human beings lack. The present is certainly one of mindfulness- a deep awareness of the right here and now without any attachment to the past or destiny. Our liked fur babies are unaware of materialism, they understand no longer vanity or greed, and the only moment they ever care approximately is right now. As Turkey Day strategies and also you partake in the annual family pig-out fest and complain approximately your hastily increasing waistline, it’s far excessive time to examine an aspect or two out of your canine partners.

Can you bear in mind the ultimate time you honestly determined your environment, smelled a flower, became your face toward the sun or reveled in the sensation of wind on your face? With the exception of the butt-sniffing ritual, we all ought to gain from incorporating extra dog behavior into our everyday repertoires. If you had a tail, could you wag it wildly while your spouse walks thru the front door? Do you begin and stop each day with the aid of jumping gleefully into the hands of your loved one and showering her or him with sloppy kisses?

At the onset of this holiday season, as you carve the turkey and watch soccer, why no longer take a moment to silently give thanks for all of the advantages bestowed upon you and your family, and recall the treasured canine lessons of life as you free up the secret to true contentment and peace.

When the holiday desk is eventually cleared and the dishes are washed and stacked, take a moment to thank your wisest, most dependable companion. He can most possibly be discovered lurking underneath the holiday desk, praying for a scrap of fallen turkey.