He was so attune to me. I’d be watching TV, glance over at him, and he was watching me. It might sound creepy, but it wasn’t.
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Our sweet old German shepherd mix, Ernie, became very feeble toward the end of his life. I kept waiting for a sign from him, but his appetite never diminished. A dog-walking friend described how “the light went out” in her dog’s eyes, and she knew it was time. The light never left Ernie’s eyes: he was always alert, attune to me, the shepherd in him ever watchful.
I’m better with dogs. We understand each other. They aren’t much for semantics or grammatical distinctions, but they get emotion right away. And body language.
Dogs are fascists in the best sense of the word. They don’t like democracy. Equality just means uncertainty to dogs, and once they’ve sorted out a pecking order the unpleasantness can end and canid wisdom kicks in; to wit: my pups look at me and grok they are linked to this character for food, shelter, warmth and companionship. Their conclusion: It’s a good idea we get along with that pale biped. (more…)
We were watching TV when we heard the dog-snoring. This is fairly common here, but the tune was a bit unusual, so the missus and I both rousted ourselves and looked, finding our Edie girl sleeping with her head bonked right up against the couch, snout up in the air, snoring a new dog sleep song.