I like to amuse myself by thinking I can speak "dog" or "cat". Really, all that means is that I try to pay attention to my pets and interpret their body language or actions for what they really are. I'm right about 50% of the time, I think. At least, I manage to get happy dances from them that much. The rest of the time I get sour looks, especially from the Wabby (our cat).
Carmie was easy to figure out. Dogs are like that. She just wanted to be with us, me and Tom. Go wherever we went. Be around us. When we finally (after 9 years, I'm ashamed to admit) got her a doggie bed, she showed her appreciation by immediately lying down in it and smiling up at us. Yes, she smiled. Admit it, you know dogs can smile.
Well, Carmie is no longer with us. But, Wabby is. So, we got Wabby a bed for her 17 year old bones...and she has pretty much ignored it. The only time she gets in it, is when we're not looking. IF we come into the room and she's in the bed, awake, she slowly gets up and moves to another part of the bed. <sigh>
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