If that be the case, Lou, I offer my most sincere and humble apologies.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD, LOU
My dog has an aversion to eating, sometimes. I was in the living room playing Tiger Woods Golf Oh-Seven and there was quietness coming from the other room. Thinking that he might have been at the back door, needing to go Outside, I got up and, perhaps a little too quickly, walked into the kitchen where Lou was dining quietly in the dark. My hand bumped against the stove as I passed through the doorway and Louie jumped as if goosed and backed away from his food bowl as though it were molten lava. His eyes were wide like a spooked horsie. I felt that I had to walk--ever-so-slowly--to his side and pet him and tell him that all was well, that he was well within his right to eat his kibble. That, in fact, I welcomed it. I wonder if a Freudian doggy psychologist would, after conferring with my canine, tell me that his look of :-O stems from when he was a puppy and I, always late for work and trying to expediate the process of eat and go-Outside-and-poop, would sometimes forcibly guide him to his little puppy bowl of food and growl, "Eatcher foo', Lou! I gotta get goin', damn it!"
Posted by Adamity73 at 7/12/2007 09:50:00 PM