The daily lives of a man and his dog trying to get through each day with as much humor as possible and using each other as a crutch every step of the way
Sunday, December 29, 2013
The Language Of Bacon
Molly and I have spent 11 1/2 fabulous years together. In that time together, I have been able to interpret all of Molly's barks, facial expressions, and body language. Molly has a different bark for when she is out of water, when she needs out, and when someone is at the door. Her facial expressions tell me when she understands something I have said or she has sympathy for my condition or she wants to know what the hell I am doing or where in the hell are you going. She has a completely different body language for when she is out of food (she takes her paw and flips the bowl over to show me that yes indeed, the bowl is empty) and one for when she wants attention or needs her back scratched. The most powerful language of all might be the smell of frying bacon. That can bring her out of the deepest of slumbers and make her magically appear by my side in the kitchen in a matter of seconds. I have always heard that fear is a great motivator but I believe that the smell of bacon is even more powerful.
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