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[hatman]

You know, sometimes I wonder what my dog thinks of me.

He knows I'm not a dog. Clearly, I'm a different shape, and I don't smell anything like a dog, either. Not to mention that he gets all excited whenever he spots a member of his species.

It's not just that, though.

I'm much bigger than he is.

I can throw things.

I can open doors. Even the ones that are properly latched and can't be just pushed.

I can make light appear or disappear at will.

I can make the garage door (which is really big) go up and down. By itself.

I can make the car go wherever I want.

I am in control of a seemingly endless supply of food.

I must be a God.

And then...

I throw the stick for him a few times. Then he decides he's done.
"Okay, good boy! You found the stick! Now bring it back. Come on."
*meanders back, stickless, then looks at me expectantly* You want it? You get it.

4:00pm rolls around. I'm on the couch.
*poke, poke* Hey, get up! It's dinner time!

We're on a walk. He's stopped to sniff a bush. After a while, I start to get impatient.
"Come on, we don't have all day. Let's get going!" *tug, tug*
*sniff, sniff, sniff* I'm not going anywhere just yet. I'm reading my p-mail. This is really interesting... Oh, hey. What's it say over here? *sniff, sniff*

*sigh* So much for that theory.

Comments

[brianamj.livejournal.com]

Heh, I like the p-mail. Sounds like your dog has a bit of a cat complex. You know what they say, dogs think humans are gods, and cats think they are gods and humans are their subjects. My cat just thinks I'm his personal bed.

[pgwfolc.livejournal.com]

p-mail is an old one of mine. It just fits so well...

Don't get me wrong about the dog, though. It's not like he thinks he's in charge. He's loving and devoted and he does listen to me when it's important.

It's just that he's smart and has a strong personality. He treats me like a family member. He loves me, trusts me, etc., but he has a mind of his own. Which, really, is a good thing. Most of the time. ;)