My Life Is A Dog

Perhaps you have heard the saying before: "I want to be the kind of person my dog thinks I am."

I think I have already achieved this.

There is no reason to believe that my dog thinks that I am such a great person. Generally speaking, I think he thinks the sole reason for my existence is to feed him, keep him safe and provide him adequate opportunities to go #1 & #2. When I am just passing by the kennel on the way somewhere, he doesn't care how busy I may be or what kind of mood I'm in let alone having any awareness of my wants, needs and interests.

I have also read that the reason dogs lick you is because we humans are salty and in the hopes of soliciting food. That makes me feel real special.

Don't get me wrong about the depth of my affection for the little guy. I would do almost anything for him. But as cute & lovable as he is, he is still a dog with base drives dominating his behavior. Given a choice between me with a good petting and a stranger with a piece of steak I would bet he'd take the steak...and then let the stranger pet him.