I don’t understand why “national dog week” and “national singles week” are celebrated at the same time during the 3rd week of September.
Is there some connection with being single and being a dog? I admit that I’ve known some single people in my time who’ve resembled dogs. You know, those people who eat, play and sleep with no inclination for a productive life. And then there’s those people whose face resembles that of a dog. Some look like a bulldog while others look like a poodle.
And then I wonder why there’s a national dog week in the same month we have a national dog day? Isn’t one celebration sufficient? What is there about dogs that merits so much attention?
I can understand the value of a national singles week. After all, every one of us was once single, and most singles share a desire to leave the category and never come back. The stress of being single can be overwhelming. In fact some find it so stressful that they lower standards and marry someone just to be married. Some don’t even bother with the formalities and just live together to achieve the necessary bonding, companionship and support.
I’m not single and hope never to be again, except that would mean my lovely wife would be single again, so I have mixed emotions about the inevitable. It’s unlikely that our demise will occur together, unless it were to be an accident. So statisticians predict my wife will become single again as I leave this world before she does.
My dear mother lived ten years after my father’s death, and they were productive years full of joy and many good days. Yes, she did have some health problems and eventually died in her sleep at the age of 95. But I never recall her celebrating a special week in September for being single. When she was 92 she accepted a proposal of marriage from a man who was 95, but two weeks later he changed his mind, and a year later admitted his regret for backing out. She weathered the storm of emotions like a veteran and the two of them remained friends.
She might have been more interested in celebrating national dog week as she bred and sold dogs until she turned 90. She always had at least one female dog as long as I remember, and while her interest was monetary, the remainder of the family enjoyed the unique friendship that dogs provide.
So, I guess when this special week arrives, I’ll find a single dog and celebrate the unique combination of commemorations in my own way.