Yesterday was one of those blustery February mornings when a storm comes in from the Pacific and seems to dump the contents of the ocean on Northern California. It’s a steady drizzle until you step out of the car, then the deluge.
I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to shower or dress. I didn’t want to go outside. When I was ready to leave, I looked around my bedroom where the dogs were nestled in the warmth of comforters, sound asleep. What a hard knocks life.
Furry little parasites.
“Don’t anyone bother to get up and see me off, as I go out in the frozen tundra to earn money to support you in the manner in which you seem to be accustomed,” I said.
The speech was a bit cliché ridden but delivered with passion, even if I was just giving it to dogs. Misty the Alpha Poodle got the sarcasm.
Uh Oh…Trouble.
She followed me into the kitchen. I thanked her for being a loyal dog and gave her a Milkbone. She scampered down the hall and crunched it at my bedroom doorway. Loudly.
This morning all the dogs were in the kitchen when I was leaving. I wasn’t sure whether it was because they finally appreciated my efforts or…
Oh, who am I kidding? They were all looking at the cabinet where the Milkbones are kept.
I have to wonder what the relationship between humans and dogs would have been over the centuries if we hadn’t been a food source.
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I think, centuries ago, dogs would have seen as us FOOD. But, I know what you mean about supporting your dogs and where is the gratitude. I always joke with my pup (not that he understands what I'm saying), "I feed you, I clothe you, and what do I get in return!?" I also do a thing where I use a tone of mock compassion and say, "Oh, you poor thing, you have it sooooo hard. You sleep, you play, you eat."
Posted by: Rhea | February 08, 2007 at 12:42 PM
hahaha
why else would they put up with humans?
Posted by: Ed | February 08, 2007 at 01:07 PM
For years now, I've been telling myself my cat loves me, and is concerned that I not miss my bus to work in the morning. Damn, now you've bust my illusion.. ;-)
Oh, who am I kidding. It's the almost climbing into the kibble container that gave her game away.
Posted by: Chandira | February 08, 2007 at 03:42 PM
Mmm...mmm we have that type of behavior in our home too! Come winter, our boys cling to their beds and won't hardly raise a whisker of acknowledgment as we try to coax them out for a morning 'bussi'. It's off to work for us while they loaf around!
Imagine coming home one day to find the house work done by our canine lay-abouts? Not in this life!
Posted by: Kelleigh | February 08, 2007 at 03:57 PM
If u feel that way why do u even have pets?
Posted by: Toni | February 08, 2007 at 04:38 PM
I could give you mine for a while, Jan. She barely lets me out of her sight. I think she's afraid I'll vanish into thin air.
Now the cats, they barely notice when I come home.
Posted by: Laura | February 08, 2007 at 04:58 PM
I can sneak into the kitchen, open the refrigerator, and get a slice of cheese..the minute she hears the plastic wrap ...bam..there she is...wrapping herself around my ankles, begging for some..when it comes to food, we are their best friend...
Posted by: jackie | February 08, 2007 at 10:02 PM
Furry little parasites.
hehehe! that it too funny.. as for Toni's comment, (s)he obviously missed the sarcasm...
I love my furbutts, but when the demands get to be too much (I'd like a new collar to match the car, please), I tell them to get a job!
:D
Posted by: EnergyPaws | February 09, 2007 at 07:19 AM
Fuzzy little parasites. I ♥ that. Completely and totally.
Exactly what they are lol
Chelsea always follows me to the gate though, she loves to go for car rides and is eternally hopeful. She also howls and talks to me whenever I come home....mostly because she wants inside. lol
Posted by: Faith | February 09, 2007 at 08:59 PM
The BC's are always up the minute someone's toe hits the cold hard floor. They are border collies after all and always ready, ready, ready...the cows are another story. If you think dogs are pampered, try the life of a modern day dairy cow. We give them everything they could possilbly want or need, but they still don't want to get up in the morning. "Ah, my straw is nice and warm," they seem to say, "Why should I stand up so you can milk me, when I can lie here chewing my cud and day dreaming?"
Good thing they love the grain cart and get up for that! lol
Posted by: threecollie | February 10, 2007 at 03:49 AM
Maybe we would have BEEN the food source. LOL.
I say the same thing to my dawgs as I go out the door. Considering who feeds and cares for and houses and picks up after whom, doesn't it make you wonder who is in charge, really? Haha.
Posted by: Carina | February 10, 2007 at 07:35 AM
Yup.. our doggy buds have it pretty good these days.
Posted by: Coll | February 10, 2007 at 01:49 PM