Animal Perspective
Animal Perspective
I have no idea why she gets upset when I bark. How else would she know when we have people coming to the door – or a car drives by – or a bee flies by the window – or I’ve just had a scary thought? I know she loves me – but sometimes she just doesn’t understand me. It’s my voice – she talks all the time – I never tell her to shush or rattle a paper at her – nothing! That aside, I like living with her. She feeds me in the morning – first thing – even before she eats and she feeds me again in the evening. I sometimes get some of her food and I always like it. I love our walks, I like that she keeps us tied together. That way I won’t lose her. And bedtime’s fun, I always jump on the bed before she gets in then grab the covers with my mouth – no opposable thumbs - and play with her just before we go to sleep. Nice way to end our day together.
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