i was watching our 8 month old Westie, Westley, lying on the kitchen floor the other day. he was chewing on an old rawhide that has been around for awhile (he doesn’t seem to mind) and then he was rolling on his back with everything in plain view (if you get what i mean 🙂 again, not minding it at all). He was licking and scratching and just having a good time.
it was at this point that i decided i want to be a dog. Why not? when you’re a dog, the whole world is yours! your meals are available all day. someone cleans up your “stuff”, takes you for a walk, rubs your ears, and scratches your belly. if you destroy something, all you have to do is give “the look” and you’re forgiven. The world is a game. you don’t care that you have messy hair or bad breath…. people love you anyway! your home is comfy. you eat when you want and sleep when you want. and some owners even leave music on the whole day so you’re not too lonely. Your only expectation is to bark when you hear a noise (and i’m not so sure they don’t do it just to stay in the good books…..) you run and jump and bark and play and just have a great time! What in this world is happier than a dog? Yup, the only one that doesn’t want to be a puppy is our cat…… “Garfield #2″……. that’s another whole story there!