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stoutfellow) wrote2010-11-24 06:38 pm
stoutfellow) wrote2010-11-24 06:38 pm
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Decisions, Decisions
A dog's life is not an easy one.
A few minutes ago, I went into the kitchen for a snack. Naturally, both dogs followed me. After I ate, I gave them each a snack, which they wolfed down. I went into the dining room and knelt to pet them. Gracie stood up and put her paws on my chest. Buster started wagging his head confusedly; he wasn't sure which was more interesting - me, Gracie's butt, or the food dish.
He finally settled on the food dish. I feel vaguely insulted, but relieved that he didn't go for the third option.
A few minutes ago, I went into the kitchen for a snack. Naturally, both dogs followed me. After I ate, I gave them each a snack, which they wolfed down. I went into the dining room and knelt to pet them. Gracie stood up and put her paws on my chest. Buster started wagging his head confusedly; he wasn't sure which was more interesting - me, Gracie's butt, or the food dish.
He finally settled on the food dish. I feel vaguely insulted, but relieved that he didn't go for the third option.