Been wondering if dogs or our pets are also affected when we are not happy?


Dogs has been labeled as man's best friend and helped humans in many ways from being a service dog or even our home buddy or as our companion. They have been also proven to reduce stress, anxiety, depression, ease loneliness, encourage exercise and playfulness, and even improve your cardiovascular health.


What will happen if us(owners) feel sad? Do they also feel the same?


According to huffingpost.com that in a study published by Journal Animal Cognition, University of London found out that dogs were more likely to approach a crying person than someone who was humming or talking, and that they normally responded to weeping with submissive behaviors. The research shows that dogs somehow understand our pain, but its not enough proof that they do.

 

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Here are the best answers from Quora.com when asked how much dogs affected when their owners arent happy.

 

Teodora Motateanu, I love my 3 mastiffs :

 

" Jack lays down and makes himself small in a corner.

Poor guy thinks it’s always his fault. He thinks the only reason for me to be upset is something awfully wrong that he’s done, somehow. He also thinks that the pack is at risk, and the hell is gonna break loose and swallow up all, as the supreme entity who is an owner to his mastiff is so concerned. And I can tell from the look on his face that he totally blames himself for it.

He’s much too sensitive for such a big-butt, and I have to remind myself that his view on this life is that he is my small puppy- regardless his 60 kg, or his sheer force that can destroy a truck in no time. My world falls apart - his world falls apart, too.

So - I do my best to spare my dog of apocalyptic visions and simply not be upset. "

 

 

 Laurie Camp, studied at St. Petersburg College :

 

"When my Meme (a red nosed pitbull) was brought to me, she was dying. As soon as I held her, I was smitten with her. She was so cute and so tiny. She licked my face and stole my heart. But within a couple of days, she was dying. Vomiting and diarrhea that was sludge. I knew there was blood in it. I knew I had to act quickly. I begged for financial help to get her to an emergency vet and thankfully my mom came through for me. The sweet little puppy craddled in my arms was diagnosed with parvovirus. A killer parasite. The vets and their teams saved her and she eventually saved me from myself.

 

I don't know if it was because I just loved her so much or if she listened when I begged her to live during that trying time of her being sick or if she was just a very special dog, but she became my protector, my best friend, my confidant, my therapist, my source of entertainment… So many things but especially my heart. She made it beat again, she taught me about love and responsibility and mostly about purpose.

 

When my father died, she sensed I was upset. She was by my side as I went from stressed to angry to grief stricken. Not just with my dad's death, but every major event that changed my life, she was the constant. Even after I was blessed with another puppy, my Meme always stood taller.

 

As I went through the many changes in life like break ups, loss of friendships, death, she would literally try to lick the tears from my face. If I was angry, she became manic and desperately tried to calm me down. As I became addicted to drugs, she would stare at me and remind I couldn't be wasted. When I was at the darkest of life, contemplating suicide, she demanded I get it together. She wagged her little tail so hard that she broke the tip of it and blood was all over the walls in the hallway. You see, I didn't want to cry in front of her so I would only cry in the shower so that she didn't hear or see….she waited in the hallway and somehow knew how depressed I was. She sat there wagging her tail into a bloody mess. When I realized what was on the wall I broke down. I held her as I fell to my knees realizing what my emotions were doing to her. I stopped the madness and forced myself to get my life on track for her. It wasn't about just me, it was also about my Meme and my other pets. They were all a mess and it was my fault.

 

I moved and met a wonderful man. I liked him a lot right away. I was just getting myself together and didn't want to make a mistake with another poor relationship choice so I waited for him to meet the dogs. When they met him, they were immediately in love. More than I already was! My Meme sat at his feet upon meeting him and just stared at me with love in her eyes. I knew he was the one.

 

She took to him and his little girl immediately. She followed them around. Slept by his little girl, keeping her safe. She knew they made me happy and it made her so happy too.

 

The inevitable was happening. My Meme was aging rapidly. She was falling, having difficulty walking. There were times when we had to carry her….her life was ending and there was nothing I could do to stop it. We discussed the dreaded decision. If she stopped drinking or eating, we would do the unthinkable.

 

It was week before Christmas on a Saturday. I was doing a side job selling crafts. My husband called me and told me to come home. It was Meme. She was sick. She snapped back a little when I raced to her side. But I knew I was being selfish at this point. I said we'll give it til Monday and if she doesn't snap back, we'll have to take her.

 

Monday came and she didn't drink or eat anything….. I sat at my desk online searching for cremators. Than I felt like I was the worst person in the world. My baby was dying and I wasn't there. I told my coworkers that I had to leave. When I got home she was exactly where I left her 2 hours before. She was lying on a comforter that we put on the floor on her doggie bed. Her eyes were wide as she saw me come in. She was terrified. I patted her telling her it was OK. If she had to leave me, it was OK. I held her close to me trying not to cry. Within a few minutes, she was gone…..

 

My Meme was 16 years old when she left this world. I had her since she was 3 months old. She was so attuned to my emotions good or bad that it was incredible.

 

A couple of weeks after she passed, we adopted a little female blue pitbull. When I talk to her, she listens very closely. When we laugh, she zooms around in joy. When I cried after learning my mom passed, she came and laid on my lap to comfort me. She has some big paws to fill but I can already tell she is attuned to all of our feelings. Even my big boy TJ who is a Staffordshire. He's 13 and already showing the dreaded signs of age…. But this puppy is pretty special. She's not my Meme but she is special in her own way.

 

Dogs are incredible creatures and anyone who earns their love and loves them as much gets the blessings of an amazing bond. Nothing compares to the love of a dog.

 

Rest in Peace my Meme."

 

 

This proves that no matter what we are going through, our best and loving companion is always with us. Whether they understand us or not , whether they feel the pain or not, but I am pretty sure they know what LOVE and feel what LOVE is!.

 

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