|Barked: Tue Aug 20, '13 2:10pm PST |
|No, I find that my dogs are not , in fact allowed to be dogs. Accessories, manikins, they go everywhere with me, so they often wind up riding in a shopping cart like sacks of produce. They cuddle up better than my human husband, and are content to snooze with me over the evening movie.
I use them as car alarms and front door alarms, since we're not allowed to have doorbells, garbage disposals, and dish sponges, which they are amazingly adept at. They are hot water bottles, therapists, workout buddies, and they help me with the recycling by reducing and shredding paper to fit. taggert helps me garden.
but are they allowed to be dogs? Sure. There's nothing like coming home after a hot walk to see foxxy remind her duck slipper that it has a purdy mouth. They play constantly, with 6-8 epic chihuahua battles every day, starting with the one that wakes the humans up like clockwork.
Actually, sometimes I wonder if our dogs allow us to be human?
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