I think my dog and I are in a fight.
I mean since he doesn’t speak human, I am only surmising. Let me share some indicators here for you now:
- He looks at me very disapprovingly
- He acts like he doesn’t know his name when I call him
- I have to speak loudly and firmly…and use his full name to finally get him to come to me. Prior to actually obeying this command, he does a fake out move as if to say “I’m getting up now – yeah no I’m not” thing that is rather infuriating.
- He refuses to sleep with me
- He pants when I’m around as if my presence annoys him
- I receive only one small rattle snake type tail wag when I speak to him versus the 7+ previously provided before this argument
So, I suppose I should clarify – this brown animal is clearly upset with me. Then I became upset with his upsetness. So now, we’re in a fight.
I’m no dog whisperer or canine psychologist, but if I were pressed to guess, I would say he somehow blames me for the sudden departure of his male human – who could do no wrong in this chocolate delight’s eyes. Traitor.
Unfortunately his tiny pea brain intellect is not able to compute that a. i’m not really responsible for the man’s departure b. he isn’t coming back…like ever. And we don’t want him to…like ever.
So I suppose now we will have to have to go through some sort of mixed species counseling.
I’m going to google that. I’m sure it exists. I’m sure the animal/human relationship specialist will inform me that i was simply replaced as the primary human, and that moving back to human 1 category will include resuming feeding, walking him regularly and giving him treats a plenty (as i did for 8 years prior to our departing fella – how quickly we forget). I do have some tricks up my sleeve, maybe a little spoonful of the much adored peanut butter, or perhaps his very favorite, a little cup of the ultimate elixir, whip cream.
I have faith our disagreement will end soon and that this typically loyal animal will realize what the human didn’t…that I’m one great catch.
It’s fine, we’re fine.
Blog- wise: Avoid the dog house. Show the ones you love you love them. Every day.
Blog-tip: Don’t google mixed species counseling. It doesn’t exist.