Fuzz Therapy
What is it about fur and humanity, whether live or dead… not to get on anyone’s wrong side here, let’s just stick to the living. So fur then; to be more specific, let me lay the scene… There you are, sitting on your couch in the middle of the day when SUDDENLY, an urge emerges from within – an urge to rub some fur. And what do you know, most of us tend to have a four legged fury animal close by to satisfy said urge.
There’s nothing kinky about it, just the pure pleasure of rubbing a shaggy coat, feeling the texture between your fingers…
I believe it’s a primal urge, one that spawns from the cavemen era when most wore the fur of their kill, or loincloth on some parts, which may or may not have sported some fur at one time. Wearing the hides of dead animals has caused some controversy in last two decades, which only underlines man’s insatiable need to be close it – so strong that it’s lasted aeons.
Perhaps it’s because we’re mammals and inherently have hair, or fur, some more than others; so it’s already part of us on more than just the surface.
All in all though, we just tend every now and then to crave something furry, maybe women can identify to this more than most. For guys, well maybe it’s that secret will to be wild every so often, or at least feel wild, to let things go a bit (many guys who go to university tend to let their hair, on their head as well as their face, grow. Whether it’s because of the new found freedom of school yard rules and regulations or just that there’s been many late night’s burning the midnight oil, and there hasn’t been any time to shave… Either way, the fur will emerge.
There’s nothing kinky about it, just the pure pleasure of rubbing a shaggy coat, feeling the texture between your fingers…
I believe it’s a primal urge, one that spawns from the cavemen era when most wore the fur of their kill, or loincloth on some parts, which may or may not have sported some fur at one time. Wearing the hides of dead animals has caused some controversy in last two decades, which only underlines man’s insatiable need to be close it – so strong that it’s lasted aeons.
Perhaps it’s because we’re mammals and inherently have hair, or fur, some more than others; so it’s already part of us on more than just the surface.
All in all though, we just tend every now and then to crave something furry, maybe women can identify to this more than most. For guys, well maybe it’s that secret will to be wild every so often, or at least feel wild, to let things go a bit (many guys who go to university tend to let their hair, on their head as well as their face, grow. Whether it’s because of the new found freedom of school yard rules and regulations or just that there’s been many late night’s burning the midnight oil, and there hasn’t been any time to shave… Either way, the fur will emerge.
In any case, moving on from the origins of it all I find myself, on quite a regular basis, just wanting to give my dogs a good ‘ol rubbing… but I do believe that there’s something therapeutic to it, the simplicity in the act, the beauty of life, and even loyalty – this elementary and primal act that just so happens to demonstrate, illustrate and engage the all-encompassing phenomena that is the greatest thing and simultaneously the greatest mystery of our lives – Love.
So, whether you’re cuddling up in your favorite furry blanket on the couch, rubbing the stubble on your chin (or legs – ladies), welcoming back your gruff man from his latest camping trip (or general household manly endeavor) or staring into the big doe eyes of your four legged friend; there is an undeniable attraction to it. Sometimes it’s just common neglect, other times extreme effort to grow some fuzz, but whatever the cause or significance, there’s no denying the variety of responses it elicits in so many differing forms in our daily lives.
So, whether you’re cuddling up in your favorite furry blanket on the couch, rubbing the stubble on your chin (or legs – ladies), welcoming back your gruff man from his latest camping trip (or general household manly endeavor) or staring into the big doe eyes of your four legged friend; there is an undeniable attraction to it. Sometimes it’s just common neglect, other times extreme effort to grow some fuzz, but whatever the cause or significance, there’s no denying the variety of responses it elicits in so many differing forms in our daily lives.
My dog Rocco (AKA "outjie" - translation: little guy). My other dog - his sister Geena ("girlie") is lying around somewhere out of shot.
This Strip courtesy of GoComics.com
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