The small dog clearly believes that its quota of loving actually increases as the number of permanent residents in the house decreases. I don’t know how she understands the concept of inverse correlation. Heck, I’m not sure I understand the concept of inverse correlation. But she does.
Daughter Two left only yesterday and now the small dog insists on pawing us ad nauseum, being patted constantly and staring at us with the rapt attention that is only possible when absolutely nothing else occupies your mind.
I swear she can be sound asleep on the far side of the room but if you so much as turn your head, she’s on you, licking with the tongue that knows no restraint, the whole back third of her gyrating in a wriggling cross between a tail wag and a drunken shimmy. And it’s getting worse as the night wears on.
Large dog mostly sleeps, so the data on him are inconclusive.
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