Sunday, April 20, 2014

No Best Friend for Dogs


           Life as a dog isn't too bad. I get treated pretty well, and my family takes care of me. Except the time they betrayed me. 
           I shoulda known something was up. They gave me extra scraps, good scraps. That’s one of the first perks of doghood, getting the scraps. At the same time, I get the scraps. Don’t get me wrong, they are usually pretty good (who doesn’t love people food?), but do I look like a garbage disposal? Just because you find it revolting does not mean I think it is any better. There is some kind of jacked-up paradigm among humans that just because they walk on two legs and have opposable thumbs certain foods are no longer edible. Apparently, the four-legged creatures have been reduced to the floor lickers, if only for convenience of proximity. It is a testament to my strength and superiority that I can lick the floor, eat the crap…er scraps, tossed to me, and still survive.
Back to my story. My family was all cuddly, and talking in baby voices to me. In hindsight, I think they were trying to put me at ease. But do they really have to talk to me like that, like I am some pre-mobile, infantile pudge-ball? It does not change my ability to comprehend human speech. If I barked like a puppy, would you understand it any better? I mean, seriously, do I look like I am 2 years old? After all, my years are seven times that of my owners. They are the real pups here. Not to mention, they have so many noises and they all just sound like the noises I make when I am about to hurl up my dinner. Anyways.
So, my family gave me an extra warm bath, nice fur-cleaning-bubbles, trimmed my toenails, the whole bowl of kibbles, ya’know? Allow me to say, though, that my ability to give myself a bath whenever I want, wherever I want is another great perk of canine life. And no one freaks out if it’s in public. That can come in real handy. Unfortunately, the only washcloth I have is my tongue. Have you ever licked dog hair? You think it smells bad, well let me tell you, brother, it tastes even worse. But hey, how many people get to lick and sniff their butts without criticism? Not many.