Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be an animal, specifically a dog, even more specifically my dog? I do. As I sit here tonight finishing my prep for tomorrow's exciting class I wonder what is going through the brains of my dogs. My FOUR dogs because Gracie is here tonight with me. Mom and dad came for the night and so I get to see my precious little girl. Currently, Olive is curled up in the chair, the only chair in the den and Mable is sharing my new couch with me. Gracie is, as usual, perched on gammy and Chloe is somewhere looking for more food. What a life of luxury. Dogs that get to sleep on a sealy posturepedic bed each night if they choose. Or if they decide that is not the place for them they have the options of the love seat or their own single size fold up cushion (chloe's fav). I mean, am I crazy or does everyone let THREE huge dogs sleep on the bed where ever they want while the human literally clings to the side. Why do I not put an end to it? What is it like to be them? Pampered, spoiled rotten, loved, trained (even though at times it is arguable), constantly rubbed, and the list of adjectives could go on. I just wish I knew what they thought. Do they know they are dogs? Do they think that I am crazy or do they even know any better? Ok, so these are questions that we will probably never know but then again in ten or twenty years it is likely that some researcher will be reading the brain waves of dogs.
That is really what I am pondering right now. What would it be like to be one of my dogs?!
