I am one of those people. I love my dog, Sadie.
Most days she is a good dog. In fact most days she is almost human. She has a large vobabulary. She understands what I am saying. She knows when I am not feeling well and cuddles. As I said Sadie is a good dog. But there are days, I look at her and say , “That’s right you are a dog! I’m sorry I forgot!” Like the days when someone has fertilized their yard and we are on a walk. If I don’t catch her she will be on her side rubbing her head on the ground like she is putting expensive perfume behind her ears. Or the one night when I heard her on the bed next to me chewing at her feet. And chewing some more. I opened my eyes and turned on the light and found that she has been out the doggie door in the middle of the night and had dug up to her elbows in mud which she was now trying to clean off her feet and yes, she’s managed to get it on the sheets and comforter. The comforter that won’t fit in my washing machine which means a trip to the laundrymat!
Yes, there are days I forget she is a dog. But then there are days like that when she reminds me! You can only laugh. She is just doing what dogs do!
Speaking of dogs, I found this picture on another blog here and it just made me howl with laughter. It is a good site if you like pet pictures–especially of dogs being dogs. (Wouldn’t you just want to scream! Lipstick on the carpet! ARGH!)
http://ihasahotdog.com–loldogs are funny dog pictures!