Boomer's Sixth Senseness

As I look around at the world around me, I noticed members of society have begun to become less social and think more about themselves than they do others. Putting our requirements over the necessities of others and have stopped being gallant and kind to those passed on the street, while never delaying to consider how our actions will impact everyone around us. Everything that has begun to dissipate from society and personality traits, despite the fact they may appear insignificant or inconspicuous, has significantly influenced how we think and act towards our surroundings. All the things I neglected to find in today's society, I saw when I looked at my dog, Boomer. Unlike most modern day individuals, Boomer was pleasant to everyone he met.
But their most noteworthy is their sixth sense- the ability to recognize the genuine way of a person or circumstance- dogs are open to how they feel about circumstances and never question it, allowing them to act accordingly towards the situation, for example, barking or leaving if something radiated a negative vibe. to help them sniff out an unhealthy influence or cause emotional or physical pain. I had complete trust in Boomer that in case I was ever placed in a circumstance where he felt uncomfortable, he would do all that he could to take me out of the situation and guarantee my wellbeing. Their sixth sense additionally empowers them to have a comforting nature; they are able to sense their owners’ mood, whether they are sick, depressed or blissful and they provide life-saving services. Their ability to sense any mood permits them to know when it is time to break out all the toys or cuddle up by the fire. Numerous dogs have also been noted and awarded for acting as their owners’ eyes and ears or for simply lending a paw to those impaired. They are happy to do these things since they know if they provide comfort and support through an intense situation that it will convey joy to their owners which ultimately brings happiness to
If I went into a room and closed the door behind me I could see his shadow peering under the door as his whiskers tickled the door and her his nose trying to sniff through the wood door to see if I was inside, once he identified my scent, his sniffing got overpowered by the noise of his head hitting the door as he begun to push against it trying to get in to see me. Boomer was always by my side no matter where I was, the only time I can recall him not being there was when he was bolting away because he had just let out a silent toot and knew he did not want to be there to smell it. As time went on and his glossy straight black topcoat got replaced with shinny grey hairs he would look at me wherever I went but would rarely have the energy to get up and be my shadow anymore. My family could tell what was beginning to happen and he knew too but would never act like it, he was still playful at times but was always sitting next to me and taking every chance he could to snuggle. He took a trip to the groomers one Sunday and as always was not happy to be in the car but once arrived he got out and was happy to be somewhere with new people available to sniff and help him to a scratch, once we went to pick him up the groomers told us that he was limping and seemed to be in pain, we were confused