Maxigumee

I’ve been babysitting a dog for some friends that have gone away for a few days. He’s like THE cutest dog EVER. I think he’s a chocolate lab or something like that. He’s SO well behaved. If I ever get a dog, I want THAT dog…… Well, not that dog, but a clone of him.

I’ve been thinking about what goes on in his head. Do dogs see the world the same way we do? I wonder what he thinks when he sees that colorful cardboard box that I pull the doggy treats out of. I wonder if he knows that humans baked those treats and designed the box and put the box together. Or does he think that we pick the treat boxes off of trees? I wonder what he thinks when he sees me bending over with a plastic bag to pick up his little dog poopy after he’s taken care of his business. Does he think that I’m going to go home and eat it? Or maybe I stuff it in the freezer and save it for later?

Has you ever tried talking to a dog? And I don’t mean, like, human talking. I mean, have you ever sat down on your hands and knees and gone “woooof! woooof!”? I wonder what that must mean to a dog. For all we know, it could be like singing out the lyrics of Lady Marmalade to a French person. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir.” Not exactly a good thing to be saying, especially to a dog.

I feel kind of bad for him when I have to leave him in my backyard (because my father’s allergic to dogs) or when I drop him off at home at night. Does he think I’ll be coming back? Does he know where his family has gone? — I wonder if he actually likes the taste of dog food or just eats it because he has to….