A question on the floor today, open for discussion: Do animals have a sense of humor? Are they, in fact, emotionally manipulative? Or am I projecting?
Years of beating my head against a wall with various horses taught me that I really didn’t have the gift for animal training — I’m far too prone to anthropomorphizing the beasts. Of course, a glance at my badly trained, overindulged dog would have told me the same thing without spending the thousands upon thousands of dollars the horses cost, but oh well.
Still, though — I’m convinced, most days, that my dog is messing with my head.
We ran out of dog food yesterday. Given Spriggy’s feelings about it — oh, that stuff — this is no biggie. We feed him like a cat — in the morning, I throw a scoop into his bowl, which he ignores. Throughout the day, he may or may not nibble at it, and generally has his meal at the end of the day, after we’ve eaten and he’s convinced that no more chicken skin or steak gristle will be falling out of the sky.
But last night was different. He finished his kibble, then licked the bowl, something he never does. He looked up and gave the the Big Dog Eyes: More, please? I’m so hungry, so terribly terribly hungry!
“Sorry, buddy, we’ll replenish supplies tomorrow.”
This morning, more Big Eyes, more pitiful nosing of the empty bowl. Around noon, Kate and I ran some errands and got more Eukanuba. The first thing I did when we got home was rattle a little kibble into the bowl for my poor, starving pup. This time I got the Bored Eyes and a dismissive sniff. He didn’t actually deign to take a bite for several hours.
Messing with my head, I say.
Oy, sorry about the light posting around here today. This cold seems to have come with a special black-dog component. Or maybe it’s the decongestants. All I know is, I have to go “camping” — meaning, sleeping in a heated lodge — with 17 Brownies this weekend, and I’m not looking forward to it. Red wine around the fireplace would help, but all alcohol is strictly prohibited at Girl Scout camps. So Nyquil it’ll be, I fear.
It wouldn’t be so bad if the weather would just break.
All right then, on to the bloggage:
And the dialogue was polished by a bunch of people on the net — the evolution of “Snakes on a Plane,” a movie you’ll hear about…eventually.
Let’s try this again after my weekend of S’moring.