Dogs are very observant, and they read minds. At least mine do. Don’t believe me? I just have to THINK about getting up to get a treat for them, and they will clue in immediately. Suddenly, I have two faces staring at me with that cute head tilt, eyes gleaming, obviously asking you when you are going to get up and give them those treats. Start to put on shoes, and they get hysterical for the walk, and jump and dance around the front door. They can tell the difference between the chicken cooking for THEM and the chicken cooking for us. They know which items laying on the floor are theirs and which ones they can’t touch (with the exception of small plastic things like pen caps, which Elwood can’t resist). They know exactly what time it is: example 5 PM is dinner time, 5:30 PM is ball throwing time.
So, yesterday I come home with a load of shopping stuff. One of those bags contained the doggie presents. I didn’t say anything, just put the bag in my study room, and quietly shut the door. Next thing I know, Jake and Elwood are crying. Sure enough, they are at the study door. As I said, they read minds.
Christmas was great fun when the kids were small, but I have to say, the dogs are just as much fun, and they never complain that they didn’t get what they really wanted.
Time for eggnog and the 500th viewing of It’s a Wonderful Life.
Happy Holidays everyone, and for the Non-PC crowd: