By TIM WELCH | Wilton

Last Wednesday morning when I got up, the happy face of my dog reminded me that it was time for my next lesson.

On Tuesday evening, I attended the public hearing of the Town of Wilton on the proposed Mathy quarry. Emotions ran high, and I heard many friends and neighbors passionately arguing their points during and after the meeting. It reminded me of the last few months and the battle I have had on the Wilton Village Board over the future of the Norwalk-Wilton Police Commission. Village President George Dougherty and I both believed strongly in our arguments, and at times this clearly showed to those in attendance. George made a better case, and I lost.

Anyone who owns a dog will understand what it is that my dog is trying to teach me, and it may be hitting home. He is spoiled rotten. He gets lots of extra treats, long daily walks without a leash so he can run free, and all of the attention he wants.

Recently he injured his leg. The vet says he must lose weight and his exercise must be limited so that his leg can heal. As much as I try to explain this to him, he just doesn’t get it. His disappointment at the smaller portions at mealtime, fewer treats, and fewer and shorter walks on that blasted leash is clearly communicated.

But you know what? When I get up in the morning or walk in the house at night, his tail still wags like crazy, his face still lights up, and he still rubs against me in the same way that feels so good to both of us.

I was very disappointed when I lost my battle on the village board, and I’m sure that however the quarry issue ends, it will leave those on one side or the other feeling much the same, but I have discussed this with my dog and he recommends this: In my case, in spite of my disappointment, the next time I see George Dougherty or any of those who voted against me, I should wag my tail and lick his or her face (not literally). I should focus more on who has for years filled my food and water dishes, scratched behind my ears, or rubbed my tummy (also not literally) and less on the shorter walks. I should remember the respect and appreciation I have for those who serve my community and not some recent disagreement.

We can learn a lot from our furry friends, but I did let my dog know at the end of our conversation that there is one human trait that I will not relinquish. If my argument on the police commission should prove correct over the long haul, I will scream “I told you so,” and if it should prove incorrect, I shall speak not a word.