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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

It's a Dog's (And Cat's) Life

Never underestimate the wrath of pet lovers. Professional athletes are to a disturbing degree a bunch of thugs and misfits. Well, okay, that's probably an overstatement. But it's safe to say a disconcerting lot of them behave like sociopathic children, and yet still they enjoy the adoration of their fans. But when it comes to mistreatment of animals they step over the line. So when an Atlanta Braves football player was accused of a heavy involvement in dog fighting and all the unspeakably cruel stuff that it involves, the animal-lovers among the fans, and there are lots of them, rose up and demanded justice. It didn't take long for the NFL to act. If the U.S. military were sending dogs to Iraq instead of people, you can bet we'd be out of there quickly.

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

This could be me. Except my dog doesn't sit at the table. But then again, rarely do I.
But to make it more accurate, you would need a stream of drool coming out of her mouth, and a pool of it at her feet. And spit bubbles on the side of her mouth. And she doesn't watch the food, she tries to catch my eye, because if she does, it's all over. She gets my food. As a matter of fact, I should market her as a weight-losing device. I'm convinced that's why I don't weigh more than I do. At least half the food on my plate goes to her.
And when I try to be strong and ignore her eyes, I invariably look down and see the spit bubbles and the drool and am so nauseated that I don't want to eat anymore, and give her the rest of my food. A very clever evolutionary adaptation on her part, don't you think?
I've become a little smarter though. Now, whatever I make for myself, I make one for her as well. So when I had a pop tart this morning, I made one for her. When I had bread with cheese this afternoon, she got one, too.
But I have to be very careful to give her a bite only when I take one, otherwise she'll wolf her's down, and then get mine, too!

1:54 PM  
Blogger John M Crowther said...

Oh boy, Kate, do I ever empathize with what you're talking about!

6:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That surprises me. You absolutely do not seem the type to be suckered by anyone. Or any animal, either!

6:56 PM  
Blogger John M Crowther said...

Are you kidding? Whenh it comes to my two doggies I'm a total pussycat.

8:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Amazing how people react to animals. Your dog sounds like one smart cookie, Kate, she obviously reads you like a book. (smile) John C., who could resist your two little ones.

Another good cartoon today, John C. Love the forks clinched in the paws. Made me laugh out loud!

9:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, she reads me like a book, and plays me like a fiddle. She doesn't even try the stunts she pulls on me with anybody else. She'll actually climb into my lap, and try to paw the food out of my mouth. And she's a 70 pound Boxer, and I don't have all that much lap.
Still, I have what most people would consider an unhealthy attachment to her.
I've turned into one of those horribly irritating people who want to talk about how cute their dog is, and never goes anywhere without her
But then again, she really IS exceptionally cute.

9:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am owned by an aging gordon setter. She shares my food, has to be boosted onto the bed at night and wakes me up to go out at 2 a.m.roger

4:54 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Maybe I should have had prospective husbands fill out a questionnaire before I decided I was going to lock down forever with someone.
My husband won't even let out dog into the bedroom. Much less on the bed.
So, she waits until she hears his car leave in the morning, I hear the door slowly push open, she comes in and jumps n the bed, on his side, with her head on his pillow.
We sleep very comfortably for the next couple of hours. Or she does. She likes body contact, so part of her is resting on me. Then I move over so my circulation isn't cut pff by a 70 pound Boxer on my body, but then SHE moves over, and does it again. Before long, I'm pretty much left with about six inches of my king size bed.
But I'm not as evil as I sound.
I change the sheets every day, so my husband doesn't sleep on doggy sheets, which he would hate. It's not so much trouble, and I like clean sheets every day, anyway

1:01 PM  

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