Thursday, October 01, 2009

Waitin', hopin', dreamin'.



Anybody who says that dogs aren't brilliant creatures with thoughts and wants and needs and hopes just like ours, has never actually spent time with a dog.

Theo nearly always finishes his food or treats or whatever we're feeding him before Valentine. As soon as his meal is done, he'll slowly, quietly creep up behind her. He'll creep and creep, closer and closer, until he gets just close enough that she lifts her lip at him. Then he'll take a small step backwards, and sit. And wait. And watch patiently, hoping, just hoping she'll walk away and leave a little bit for him. And sometimes? Sometimes she does.


Also? Don't judge me for letting my dogs slobber all over my yoga mat. I know it's gross, but it happens. Luckily those rubber mats are washable!

1 comment:

'Cita said...

He's lovely - do you sometimes sneak him a tidbit and pretend she left it?