The gift of dog is loyalty. The dog doesn’t determine by looks to whom it gives loyalty but by first love. Love takes first seat to character and ethics, too. The dog is fiercely protective and loyal, even to ugly bastards.

Loyalty is a major tree. Little noticed. And few humans climb it.

Yet, bad candidates (this is election season) still get votes. Despite moral failings, friends, staff, and supporters don’t ditch them. Though I may not agree with this, I admire it. It is the kind of loyalty taught to us by the dog.

I cannot understand loyalty to scoundrels, but recognize that it shows the quality of first love. We are made to bond with our first love. It’s our nature.

Then, trust gets thrown in. Break trust and loyalty loses luster. If loyalty is held firm through the trials of trust, however, it becomes a powerful force. If loyalty still believes when trust is shot through, then - you’d have to agree - loyalty trumps trust.

Yes. It can be stupid, but the power and energy it gives the person who is the recipient of the loyalty is a heart of conviction. The bond grows tighter, though looking insane from an objective stance. Politicians feed on such.

I don’t like it, but when observing it, I do understand its value, and its power. Though I might merely recognize it, admiration is not far away.

This is dog season. We are two and half weeks out from Election Day: November 10, 2026. A big one, as they ever are. Blue wave. Red wave. Purple wave.

You can count on voters to bite loyalty, like a dog bites a rag toy.


8:06 AM, October 23, 2026, Friday