A dog to water
Been out of commission for the past several days since the housemate abandoned me and went off to Barbados over the weekend, very likely on some drunken binge, taking the iBook and leaving strict instructions not to touch the iMac (some technical problem, since rectified).
On her return she sat me down and lectured me on my "attitude", then showed me these obscene photos, taken on some awful beach on the south coast.
Apparently I'm supposed to emulate this poor sod, who, from the look of it, was having a dandy moment alone with his owner until a bunch of humans came along and spoiled things. Note the creature's body language: the arched back, the ears laid flat against the head (gestures I myself have honed to a fine science over the years). Does this look like a dog who wishes to be petted by strangers?
I reminded her that I don't do leashes and that the occasional bath or frolic in the rain was quite enough for this mongrel, thank you.
Then on Tuesday the housemate was having a bad day and begged me to accompany her to the beach. She seemed pretty low, so I agreed to let myself be leashed, tossed into the back seat of the Honda Civic and hauled off to Chaguaramas (so much for principles, eh?). Once there, I let myself be led to the water's edge, where I entered the ocean for the first time in my life.
Words cannot explain. Suddenly, I felt connected to every organism on earth--even the plastic bags, snack wrappers and the mossy rubber slipper on the sea-bed seemed like they had a right to be there.
Of course I couldn't let the housemate know how much I'd enjoyed it, so on the way back I tugged at the leash and acted like my usual stubborn self. But there's talk of another beach jaunt later this week. . . with swimming.
Technorati Tags: Caribbean, dogs, Barbados, beach, swimming
On her return she sat me down and lectured me on my "attitude", then showed me these obscene photos, taken on some awful beach on the south coast.
Apparently I'm supposed to emulate this poor sod, who, from the look of it, was having a dandy moment alone with his owner until a bunch of humans came along and spoiled things. Note the creature's body language: the arched back, the ears laid flat against the head (gestures I myself have honed to a fine science over the years). Does this look like a dog who wishes to be petted by strangers?
I reminded her that I don't do leashes and that the occasional bath or frolic in the rain was quite enough for this mongrel, thank you.
Then on Tuesday the housemate was having a bad day and begged me to accompany her to the beach. She seemed pretty low, so I agreed to let myself be leashed, tossed into the back seat of the Honda Civic and hauled off to Chaguaramas (so much for principles, eh?). Once there, I let myself be led to the water's edge, where I entered the ocean for the first time in my life.
Words cannot explain. Suddenly, I felt connected to every organism on earth--even the plastic bags, snack wrappers and the mossy rubber slipper on the sea-bed seemed like they had a right to be there.
Of course I couldn't let the housemate know how much I'd enjoyed it, so on the way back I tugged at the leash and acted like my usual stubborn self. But there's talk of another beach jaunt later this week. . . with swimming.
Technorati Tags: Caribbean, dogs, Barbados, beach, swimming
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