[Author's note: I confess I cannot draw worth crap. There. That's out of the way.]
Allow me to preface this post with this thought: We think of shame as a very human quality with some of us feeling it more than others, who frankly based on fashion choice alone, probably should be feeling it more…; nonetheless anyone with a pet knows that animals must experience shame at some beast-like level, as well. Am I right??
If you’ve read this blog from the start (Hi, Mother!), you may recall my discussing lack of sleep during a road trip due to a certain wirehaired pointing griffon. Here’s my preschool cave wall-style graphic.
Maybe not worth a thousand words, but you get the idea. And that’s not saved for vacations. This is every night help, someone save me!.
So imagine my surprise the other night when I walked into my bedroom and saw Becca sleeping like this:
WTF? Now, when no one else is in the bed, she goes all generous?
Once I got over the flare of rage (anger management this, baby) shock of her position choice, I had that exact same anxious thought I now get when I see the Kid’s glass (or, truthfully, anyone’s glass) at the edge of a table.
Did I intervene? Did I ooch my pooch over a tad, just in case?
Nope, I did what Dione Warwick would do–I walked on by.
Several times, actually.
Then, as I watched my recorded episode of 2 Broke Girls that fascinating Nova on particle physics in the living room, I heard a familiar, doggie moan emanating from the bedroom. I can only assume she had launched into another Great Squirrel Chase in her walnut brain of dreams.
Just as I am visualizing her canine fantasy, I heard this:
THUD!
No. Shittin. Way.
And when I finally paused my show and got off my ass walked into the bedroom, what did I find?
The dog only just then standing up and doing a big shake with a big WTF was THAT? I meant to wake up that way look on her fuzzy snout.
I laughed so hard I have the wet underpants to prove it could barely stand.
And I’m sure she’d like to thank her dad for his giant, cushiony pile of dirty laundry on the floor. He always has been her favorite.
But she still can’t look me in the eyes.
Have your animals done embarrassing things?
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