Not just "dog people" can be the proud pet parents of a dog. Everyone can use it! It has been demonstrated by numerous scientific research that dogs have a variety of beneficial benefits on human health and wellbeing. The case can be made that everyone has to give a dog a hug in order to keep healthy, just as drugs and medical treatments are suggested for everyone who need them.
WHY HUGS ARE GOOD
Hugging a dog could help you have lower blood pressure! According to several research, dog owners have lower blood pressure than non-owners. You don't think so? All you need to do is envision it since it is so accurate. When you next feel a little anxious at the doctor and your blood pressure is high, give it a try. Request a second blood pressure reading while mentally picturing your dog being hugged. It's likely that your blood pressure reading will drop to normal the second time.
Your cholesterol may go down if you hug a dog! It is commonly known that dog owners' plasma triglyceride and cholesterol levels are lower than those of non-dog owners. If you are diagnosed with high cholesterol, there is a case to be made that you should also be prescribed a new dog in addition to your medication!
If you hug your dog often, you have a higher chance of surviving a heart attack! According to studies, dog owners have higher survival rates after heart attacks than non-owners. Your life could be saved by having a dog live with you and giving yourself the occasional hug.
Hug a dog only to say "Thank You!" as they are human healers. - Hospital "animal-assisted therapy" programs use companion dogs to treat certain medical ailments and enhance patient outcomes. Because of how well the treatment works, most hospitals now have a program in place as a matter of course.
Not only do we feel better physically after giving a dog a hug, but also emotionally. It is obvious that having a relationship with an animal has a significant psychological impact on people, as well as potentially on dogs. There have been numerous instances where people with depression found that their relationship with their dog had a substantial positive impact on their condition. In cases of PTSD or trauma shared by both parties, such as those seen in war veterans and their dogs, this connection seems to be particularly crucial.
Hug a dog because they help us to become better people. It has been demonstrated that dogs improve social interaction and physical activity, which may have an impact on human health. In fact, one of the early studies on this phenomena examined how dog keepers' communities benefited from their enhanced social contacts.
Hug a dog; if they could, they would most likely return the favor! According to a recent study, receiving a hug or other intimate physical touch causes the release of endorphins in both humans and dogs. The 'feel good' chemical released when individuals hug one another is called endorphins. Most likely, these substances are responsible for the numerous health advantages that hugging a dog can bring about. Since everyone enjoys feeling nice, it stands to reason that a dog would undoubtedly give you a hug if it possessed opposable thumbs.
Hugs are a sort of restraint that are great for training dogs, especially puppies. A dog is essentially restrained when it receives a hug from you—in a very positive way. When employed as a training tool, the hug paralyzes the dog and induces concentration and submission. This is an excellent training activity that encourages positive conduct when done deliberately and correctly.
Hug your dog to make them feel better. Humans may require hugs when depressed or worried. The domesticated dog and its wild wolf equivalent behave very differently towards humans, according to animal behavior study. In essence, they share a lot of our anxieties, fears, concerns, and demands. They are dogs residing in a world designed for humans and not for dogs. Sometimes all they need is a hug to remind them that everything will be okay.
Finally, give a dog a hug; they are unquestionably our best pals. Dogs love without condition, and there is very little they won't overlook or overlook. Have any of your "best friends" in human form ever judged you or treated you poorly? Well, our dogs simply wouldn't do it. They actually are our best friends because they stand by us through thick and thin, without bias or judgment. And that merits a hug, if for no other reason.
About the Creator
Her Majesty Mia and her minions
I rule this rag tag lot… they’re not much, but they’re all I’ve got! I preside at the head of the table, my indisputable, rightful place. But, I randomly perch on other chairs at a moment’s notice… whenever the mood strikes. Such fun keeping them off balance. Fun reminding them who’s boss... ME!
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Peanuts and Crackerjack
Bottom of the ninth inning. The game is tied with two outs, two strikes and a man on second. I tap the bat on home plate. The rigid vibrations it creates reminds my aching digits that this isn't over. The practice swing only adds to the heft of mental burnout... Man on second, willing to chance it. Pitcher eyes him but doesn't give in to the dangerous bluff. I kick up dust, readying the peculiar stance I've had since the days of little league. The bat lays stiff upon my cramping shoulder. Pain has no reason to be acknowledged; it's a fleeting afterthought. The sun sits passed high noon, but the stadium lights are on anyway. They trick my brain into believing they are the cause of this sweltering heat. Sporadic clouds are motionless, they too, don't want to miss this exhilarating predicament. Anticipating the next pitch, intensifying roars from the crowd rumble the stadium... Behind me, the crafty catcher adjusts his stance and spits to the dry dirt. Behind him, the staunch umpire doesn't flinch or even blink; he knows how important his call will be. The pitcher winds up, his grip tells me its gonna curve. The release is fierce! Beads of sweat from his hair and face disperse in every direction as the force of his might is unfailing. My left leg lifts—an instinctual move that will increase the power of my swing. It's all down to my two, bloodshot eyes. They lock onto the speeding, white dot as it instantly becomes the target I intend to destroy. The swing is late, but I manage a solid tip. The ball is taking a fast bounce toward the pitcher who is recovering from the almighty throw! Man on second leaves in a desperate rush! I fling the bat to the side with a sense of urgency and make a mad sprint to the only destination I have—first base. Three defenders race inward to be the first to retrieve the skidding ball. Man is almost on third! I watch the open glove of my adversary, wondering if I’ve done enough to win this race. I switch my attention to his eyes, looking for a clue, some kind of reaction that tells me the ball is in the air and heading his way. All I see is frustration. The deafening roar of the crowd spikes! Something happens that I can’t see! My opponent abandons his post right as my left stride touches the bag. I waste no time turning my head to see the pitcher laying on his stomach, pounding the mound with an open glove. He misses the opportunity to out me and the ball has quickly bounced past him. Excitement grows! This isn’t over yet... It's become an imperative fight to tag out the runner heading homeward. The catcher falls to his knees in obvious despair as he watches my teammate make the run of his life. He knows it’s going to be close when he sees the shortstop fumble the ball a second too long. I jump up and down with no plans on leaving first base. All my chips are on the speed and agility of the active runner. His cleats dig into the dirt, trailing a dust-filled cyclone from the rapid and strenuous strides. With a thrusting dive and an outstretched arm, he lands on his chest to begin the crucial slide to home plate. The shortstop fires the ball to the catcher! It immediately begins closing the gap! Nail-biting doesn't begin to describe the anxious vibe permeating the stadium. The bench begins to celebrate even before he reaches the plate. Forty thousand cheering fans reach maximum crescendo, filling the air with a glorious sound. Everyone knows how this story will end… My teammate is met by the entire bench as his fingers inch across home plate, instantly followed by the unmistakable motion of the catcher's glove attempting to tag him out—its milliseconds too late. The ump swings his arms outward, officially calling him safe.
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