What's It Like?

I have always wondered what it's like to be a dog. Sometimes, like when they look perfectly content, or are doing zoomies around the house, or are sick, I am absolutely desperate to know what they are thinking.

Sadie (My friend E's dog)

I wonder, like I do about other people, "what must they think of me?" The difference between the dogs in the house and the people outside of it?  The dogs see EVERYTHING. Nobody knows you like a dog who sniffs your butt on a daily basis.

Pickle and Rhonda

I can't help but wonder what I could do differently. Better. It's one of the reasons I don't have human children. I couldn't possibly take the pressure. Plus I have this recurring nightmare about being trapped in a small apartment surrounded by crying babies in car seats. The entire dream is one long state of panic. I spend most of my time trying to figure out what babies drink. Water? With ice? No ice?

My biological clock was programmed for canines. I wouldn't have it any other way.

I just want my dogs to be three things:

HAPPY

Pickle and Sadie

HEALTHY

So healthy he's got an attitude.

SAFE

Pepper layin' about

Happy. Healthy. Safe. I suppose it's exactly what they have done for me.