If Only Your Dog Could Talk…
Dogs are special. They have the ability to stare into our eyes, and instinctively, we know exactly what they want. But just imagine if they could actually talk and tell us their deepest, darkest, thoughts. I wonder what those conversations might be like.
“Move Over. You’re Hogging the Bed”
Who hasn’t cuddled up with Fido, only to find your dog pushing you out of the bed with his paws? And dogs can be so warm when they press up against you. I’m always surprised by friends who share their bed with pups weighing in excess of sixty pounds. I can’t imagine how that plays out as Fido jabs a paw into your face. Or your gut. Or pokes you in the butt. It’s got to hurt.
“Your Breath Stinks”
Morning mouth is not unique to your dog. Dog owners also need to brush their teeth. For that matter, you can always tell when your breath has soured. Instead of poking a nose at your butt, your dog heads straight for your mouth. And you think all those kisses are because they love you.
“Haven’t You Had Enough to Eat? Feed Me!”
You and your dog both love to eat. But only one of you is in charge of the food. A few years back, a piece of my dog’s kibble shot across the kitchen counter. I only found it later in the morning. Being a human scavenger, and after a long session at the gym, I picked it up, smelled it, and wondered what it was. Could it be something from my husband’s breakfast cereal? A bit of cracker from an earlier snack? Why did it look so odd? And why, if I wasn’t sure what it was, did I pop it in my mouth? Gasping and coughing once I realized the true nature of the edible, I caught my dog smirking at me. That day we agreed: his food is his, and my food, well, when it falls to the floor, that’s also his.
“Life Is Short. Go For a Walk!”
Your dog always knows when to go out and exercise. Why don’t you? And if I could catch a ball in my mouth, well, that would be amazing. Truth be told, I wasn’t always the greatest athlete. And despite how most fans feel, I’d prefer to see a baseball game behind protective netting, assured that a foul ball won’t come my way. Let others grab for that wayward baseball. I’m too busy covering my head, waiting to be knocked out cold.
“Regularity is a Blessing”
It must be nice to do everything in a timely manner. Even one’s bathroom habits. Envy your dog’s ability to take care of business twice a day. It all seems so spontaneous and healthy. No laxatives. No probiotics. If only…
Something Extra!
And now for something a little extra. This week, Boca by Moonlight will be part of the Jewish Book Council’s introductory session. I will have two minutes on a National Zoom Call to discuss the novel. It’s exciting and a little nerve-racking. In celebration of the event, I’m going to offer a free excerpt. Just click here to check out the novel. Happy reading!
