Aloha, McKenna again. I’ve had this post ready for about a week, but Terry just saw Peg Brantley’s post at Indie Chicks Cafe about what annoys her. She inspired me (McKenna—but Terry’s the one who can type) to ride this wave today. What is it with dogs? Don’t get me wrong, I love dogs. But really? Dogs and car windows?
Is your Toyota nothing more than a doggie-convertible? Yesterday, some guy was at a stop light behind Terry—all windows open—little yapper attempting to attack a car in the next lane. What did the guy do? Grab the dog? Close the windows? Noooo. He talked to the dog. It probably went something like, “Now, Fifi, stop yelling at that car…Fifi, you have to stop…” Puhleeze, get a grip. Now the funny part. The light turned green. Guy still sat there reasoning with Fifi. Unfortunately, he didn’t miss the light.
What do you suppose a dog is thinking when he sticks his head out the windows and has his ears flapping in the wind? Man, wish I could run this fast! Look at that tree! That one over there. Oh, man, a big maple, I’d like to visit that one. Hey, Bob, pull over. I’ve got needs. No…wait…there’s another one. Let’s hit that one instead!
In Hawaii, a lot of surfers have dogs. I’ve got this picture in my head of two dogs, one big, one small, sitting on the beach on their haunches. They’re watching their owners surf. The little one says something. The big one stands and cocks his head like dogs do. He says, “Dude, sorry, I don’t speak Chihuahua. Besides, there’s a hot Poodle down the beach. You know how those French girls are. Later.”
Vicki, those are some great questions! And with a 70 lb. rescue dog, you might not want to press him too much for answers. And Peg, you’re right about the cheer and cringe aspects of people. Some seem to do better at one part than the other, but we hope we have more of the heroes than the idiots—most days, anyway.
Mahalo for the comments,
McKenna
When the dog LoML hung out my car window, he did so from my lap. With my left arm wrapped securely around him. And only on sidestreets where the speed limit was 30 mph or less.
People are idiots. People are heroes. People make us cringe or cheer in equal (I hope) amounts.
Thanks so much for the link. I’ve never quite figured that out, but know it’s something special.
Thanks for the laugh! I don’t have a clue with what a dog is thinking but you could be close to right. Of course, I can never figure out what a man is thinking either so ….
Since I have a 70 lb. rescue, I get to ask this question a lot. Why do you want to roll on dead fish on the beach? Why do you obey me perfectly when we are alone and then won’t when we meet other people? Why do you want a walk and then stop every 2 feet to sniff something?