You know, with this one, well, you’re probably going to think I’ve either wacked this one out of the ballpark, or I’m just plain wacky, period. But I was thinking The Other Day…, I wish I could give good “Dogface” like my pet, Varian. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? Your pet probably does the same thing to you. Our Yorky gives such good dogface, I don’t know where to begin.
He’ll come in the room, stretch, and then sit and look at me and with his adorable doggie face. It’s like he is saying, “Okay, stupid, it’s my time; put me out.” So, I’ll put him out. I usually stand and watch him and unless he’s yelling (I know it’s barking, but I swear he’s yelling). Then, he’ll look at me again and say, “Okay, Jimmy, take me in now,” and I’ll do that, too. I’ve told you all the ways he’s gotten me to play with him. Now, he gives me dogface so that I will put him up on the bed. of course, I do it. My wife laughs at me, but I love him, so what else am I going to do?
However, when he’s at his absolute best couldn’t come at a worse time. It happens to be when I’m eating. You have got to understand, his eyes melt me into the floor. And when he does his famous head tilt, well, folks, I’m just plain toast. Over ten years ago, my daughter told me not to give him food off my plate. (Remember, he was originally her dog). Well, I love my daughter, but she doesn’t have to contend with that face, those eyes, the tilt. It’s really hard to ignore all of that. So, he gets the occasional piece of turkey sausage, smoked mini link sausages, or bacon. OMG, he loves bacon! But, then again, so do I. So, I’ll admit it, I’m a bad, bad doggie daddy. But, as long as he’s getting his bits and pieces off my plate, he’s happy, and that makes me happy.
Yes, in my own way, I wish I could give good dogface. I would like to be able to give that look, especially that thing he does with his eyes. Let me tell you, if I could beg the way he does, well, I would want for nothing. I’d use my dogface to get that new car or 10,000 inch flat screen (oh, I know they don’t make those yet, but just play along). Not that I need any of that, but just imagine if you or I either one could beg like our dogs do. The sky would be the limit!
I know, I’d better come back to earth before I go too far. It’s 7:00 a.m., and Varian’s just walked into the room and stretched. You know what means, don’t you? I’ve got to get off here and let him outside. Hey, until next time, give your pet a scratch between the ears for me. Unless it’s a reptile, then a “howdy” will have to do, because I won’t be going near that thing. MUH!!
