If People Were Like Dogs
I'm dogsitting for Mingus, my friend's ginormous old Bichon.
This calls for some strategic food-locating, because Mingus will eat my dog Aida's food if Aida doesn't happen to have her face right in the bowl.
Imagine being at a restaurant and having a guy reach over the table divider to grab food off your plate.
Yeah, sometimes we really are more civilized than dogs.
That said, I think Gregg would be flattered if I greeted him not just with a kiss or few but more like Aida does -- running up and down the porch stairs three or four times out of excitement, twirling around, jumping up on him, and then peeing a little on the cement.








Trust me. Everything but the peeing. Plus a chocolate chip cookie. And a pat on the butt. We are easy and cheap.
Bob in Texas at January 25, 2015 5:32 PM
Reminds me of an old joke. One difference between a girlfriend and a dog is when you lock your dog in the trunk of the car for an hour and then open the trunk, the dog is still glad to see you.
David H at January 25, 2015 8:51 PM
My time to shine......
My parents love the bichon-frise breed. They've always had at least one but my favorite out of all of them came from the streets.
His tail had been docked, and he had lived eating off trash. Now while all dogs love trash there is quite a difference between one that sees it as a treat and one that sees it as everyday food.
So my parents neutered him and gave him the traditional bichon blow out that uncurls their hair. You then do the hair cut that makes them look like they have no ears and their heads are Afro marshmallows. So he looked like an expensive dog fitted to the neighborhood they lived in.
But he was a street dog and he loved escaping and going up and down the neighborhood introducing himself to the neighbors. His specialty was eating the cat food, the corn on the Cobb from BBQs, playing with little girls that would give him licks of their ice-cream, sitting on the laps of elderly women and quietly eating the cookies of their table as they would have lunches with their friends.
Here is the thing. Nobody in my family knew this because we never socialized with anyone in our neighborhood. So when he died they asked us where he was by name, and why he had stopped coming over and eating their food.
Ppen at January 26, 2015 3:22 AM
Sure, be more like dogs. Meeting people on the street instead of shaking hands or the fake air kisses, you just walk up and stick your nose in their butt.
Yeah, that'll work out well.
:)
mer at January 26, 2015 4:59 AM
Re: Peeing. If you were naked at the time, I don't think he would mind.
EarlW at January 27, 2015 12:04 PM
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