Man's Best Friend, But Not Woman's!

I do not understand why it is that dogs are referred to as "man's best friends". My dog, Boomer, is not my best friend, nor do I think he has any intention of ever being so. I'm not even entirely positive that he likes me all that much. After these ten years, all those walks I still get nothing. No cute, irresistable wagging of his great yellow tail, no purking up of thos velvety ears, not even a bark at the sound of my car pulling into the drive way or the sound of my key in the door. This past week is the last time I will ever bring him home sliced ham from school, or give him the sausages off my plate. Why, you might ask is the reason for such coldness? I'll tell you. I was home alone packing up to head back up to school for work, not happy at all about the circumstances that would take me to a lonely and cold Logan, (nope no sympathy head on my lap from Boomer) and I needed to carry a chair downstairs from my bedroom. I don't quite know what happened. Was it that I hit the topmost stair with te arch of my foot or did i step of the chair instead of the stair? I may never know but all I knew was that I was falling. And this was no slide down of your butt fall down the stair, this was cinema worthy. I'd like to think it almost poetically graceful, as far as tumbling down the stairs goes. Screaming all the way, I went head first slamming my sholder blades into the corner of a stair was the first blow. I smacked my knees, ankles, shins, back, neck and head into the infameous stairs. Not to mention the chair I was carrying fell into me a couple times before hitting the first level. finally the turn in the staircase came and I hit into the wall with powerful force with my lower back. Upside down with my legs jammed up against the wall sitting on the back of my neck I manuvored to a normal sitting position and looked across the room and there was Boomer, Just lying there. He hadn't even lifted his head, let alone come to me to check for broken bones or open wounds.Some dogs jump into icy waters, or cavernous mine shafts to see to their owners safety. Some dogs sniff out unforeseeable cancerous growths under their human's skin and bark and go crazy until they seek medical attention. Some dogs claw through walls to play dead in the street to get passing cars attention to their injured or endangered owners. Yes some dogs I suppose are great loving and courageous animals, but not mine. He, for all the screaming and the racket caused by my body falling down a flight of stairs couldn't find it in his heart to even lift his lazy head. Instead he just looked at me with those great brown eyes as if to say, "I cannot believe you just did that, and you are the great piece of work I belong to. How emberrassing. I hope Dottie and Tubby next door didn't see."