Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Nell tells it how it is
Of course I knew immediately that I wasn't in a normal, that is, dog-normal, environment when I was very small. Dogs know these things. It's called instinct. So, my instict told me that a sofa is not a typical dog-resting facility, but the warmth and comfort is not to be smirked at. The black wet-looking rag beside me is Rosie, who fancies herself to be the big sis. But really, I can wrap her around my little paw, and have learned how to do that from a tender age on. Rosie is food gulper, a water lover, a most submissive 4 year old flatcoat, at times though the Retriever in her fulfills itself by a good ol' rabbit chase accompanied by temporary deafness to cries by the humans: 'Rosie, come here', and no amount of that brings her back anyway. Me, I'm the superior dog. Why? I save energies, comply much sooner, and scoop up a treat. Economics, economics!!!
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