The Woes Of The CanineThe Woes Of The Canine in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Evening. I've eaten my dinner and am now stretched out luxuriously on my doggy bed. My full belly makes a small content noise as it digests my last meal's kibble. You're still out in the kitchen making after-dinner noises while putting away the leftovers of your own food. I sigh happily as my eyes lazily close. Life is good.
I am awoken not more than five minutes later by someone's arrival through the back door. You begin an animated conversation with them before they are all the way into the house. "What now?", I wonder with mild enthusiasm. Paws trotting, ears alertly up, and nose sniffing inquisitively, I head out to the kitchen to see who the visitor might be.
I reached the threshold and stopped abruptly as soon as I realized who it was. Not her again... My nose wrinkled with disdain and before I knew what was happening, a bold angry snarl ripped from my throat. It's intens