When I was a pup I spake as a pup – I pooped as a pup and peeped as a pup. But now I’m a big boy and it’s time to put away puppish things. Now I must turn my thoughts to important things – like hounding for that next cookie treat, and spreading myself around for tummy rubs. Now I understand my place and my responsibilities, and the value of prioritizing workloads. Now I make decisions about my life that I could never make before.
Wait. No, that’s wrong. I used to be a pup, now I’m a pooch, but all the other conditions still apply.
- I’m still cute.
- I’m still smart.
- I still get them to clean up after me.
- I still get them to feed me.
- They are still my living, breathing saltlicks.
- I can still get them to play with me whenever I want.
- They treat me when I think I deserve it.
- I don’t have to walk myself.
Let’s face it, I own them.