There are three types of people on this planet: people who don’t like dogs, people who like the “idea” of dogs, then there are dog people. The second category seems to be the largest, but fortunately the mindless fanaticism of those of us in the third more than compensates for the other two.
We dogs are simply descendants of wolves, and as such, we thrive on the interaction with the rest of the pack. The worst form of abuse for a dog is not necessarily infliction of pain, but simply that of neglect and boredom. It blows my mind to see someone bring home a cute puppy, only to later put him/her out on a chain to be forgotten; one of these days, dad will probably find himself behind bars after a confrontation with one of these heartless cretins.
Anyone who thinks that dogs don’t experience emotion obviously doesn’t have enough sense to remember how to put the toilet paper on the roll(over the top, of course). Just a few examples of those experienced at the Casa del Whackos:
Jealousy? Just let dad mention another dog’s name, let alone even act like he’s going to give some dog lovin’s, and the green eyed monster immediately joins the already crowded cast at the Casa.
Guilt? You won’t see much of that around here, as we all know we can do no wrong, regardless of the devastation we visit upon the interior of the Subaru. Although Pride can be used to describe the feeling of accomplishment after Bull
Taco leaves an impressive pile of Tootsie Rolls for dad to find with his bare feet.
Curiousity? Desire? Lust? Avarice? Greed? Gluttony? If you want to see all these emotions exhibited simultaneously, just open up the fridge, or rattle some plastic in the kitchen.
Joy? This is easy; just let dad even ACT like he is going roll the motorcycle out of the garage. It doesn’t matter how engrossed I am in my flouncing in the ditch; I can hear the “click” of the ignition and the whine of the starter from a mile away, and I come charging. Between the yowling, charking, and the mad rush to leap up on the bike, dad has resigned himself that the start of every ride will result in eardrum and/or soft tissue damage.
But Trust is the emotion that we convey the best. No matter what life throws at us, it can be immediately forgotten with just a touch of the master’s hand, and all the negative emotions are replaced with happy, relaxed, calm, peaceful emotions; at least until Mia makes a move on the rawhide, or Bull Taco decides he wants to reclaim his spot on dad, then peace goes out the window, and it’s time to get it on…
Ya’ll come see us this summer if you ever find yourself in Arkansas; Bashful is not an emotion we have a problem with!