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©2010 by Lynn Parker
"You Lie!" I said, as he wagged his tail and gave me That Look, the one that melts me every time.
"Yes you do," I repeated. "It's in your genes." He grinned and wagged some more.
“Okay, okay,” I said with grudging appreciation. “But it IS in your genes, you know.”
“Wo!” he said.
We humans think they love us unconditionally. We also assume they are honest. After all, they don't pretend to like it when we ignore them. Or when we go out to earn their dog bones. Or when we immerse in some foul-stinking substance like DEET or heavy French perfume. And they don’t pretend to like it when we shower, preventing them from enjoying our lovely body odor for awhile.
They don’t lie and they love us unconditionally: We say these things about them as we dote on them unceasingly, but these things aren't true.
I can prove it. When was the last time you asked her, “Did I feed you already?” and she answered YES???
Was there ever a time when you asked him facetiously, “Are you starving yet?” and he answered NO????
“Oh, you do so lie,” I tell him. But then he comes and puts his head on my lap and I pour out my love. Sigh. It’s in
their genes.
One unforgettable day, after winning at a dog show, his mother, a champion bitch (speaking purely factually now), who herself gave birth to a nationally recognized champion bitch (speaking purely factually again), came with me after the show to a picnic.
They all came with their respective humans. And we, their humans, quickly realized that if we were to enjoy our lunches without their help, we must pen ourselves off from our best friends. So we did.
That’s when his mother, the all-time champion bitch (speaking purely figuratively now), let loose with the most forlorn howls, wails, and bitching (speaking—yeah, you know) ever heard.
I remember sinking in my seat with embarrassment. After all, what was she saying, if not, “I’m a poor, starving, abused, neglected creature!”? Or “My mom is mean. She never feeds me. No one ever feeds me!”??
Ever-looking guilty, I retorted, “Oh, you pampered prima donna. Think of all the starving dogs overseas--and in the shelter down the street.
“You don’t even clean your own plate,” I went on. “You just clean mine.”
But I couldn’t stay annoyed. It’s in her genes, after all. And it’s in my genes to love her and give her whatever she wants.
What I say is true of every last beloved member of the species canis domesticus--from mixed-breed rescues, some of whom also own me, to purebreds. Hasn’t yours told the same sobbing story to every stranger, visitor, host, neighbor--beseeching that particular being to retrieve something, anything, to fork over?
Unconditional love? I don’t think so. It’s logical. If it weren’t for our FOOD, why would they have bothered to become canis domesticus? If it weren’t for our FOOD, I think they would have immediately said, “heck with this evolution thing. We’ll remain wolves, thank you very much.”
They think they hide it well, the fact that their unconditional love comes with at least one condition. I’m scared to think, what else are these devious creatures hiding in their genes?
"You Lie!" I said, as he wagged his tail and gave me That Look, the one that melts me every time.
"Yes you do," I repeated. "It's in your genes." He grinned and wagged some more.
“Okay, okay,” I said with grudging appreciation. “But it IS in your genes, you know.”
“Wo!” he said.
We humans think they love us unconditionally. We also assume they are honest. After all, they don't pretend to like it when we ignore them. Or when we go out to earn their dog bones. Or when we immerse in some foul-stinking substance like DEET or heavy French perfume. And they don’t pretend to like it when we shower, preventing them from enjoying our lovely body odor for awhile.
They don’t lie and they love us unconditionally: We say these things about them as we dote on them unceasingly, but these things aren't true.
I can prove it. When was the last time you asked her, “Did I feed you already?” and she answered YES???
Was there ever a time when you asked him facetiously, “Are you starving yet?” and he answered NO????
“Oh, you do so lie,” I tell him. But then he comes and puts his head on my lap and I pour out my love. Sigh. It’s in
their genes.
One unforgettable day, after winning at a dog show, his mother, a champion bitch (speaking purely factually now), who herself gave birth to a nationally recognized champion bitch (speaking purely factually again), came with me after the show to a picnic.
They all came with their respective humans. And we, their humans, quickly realized that if we were to enjoy our lunches without their help, we must pen ourselves off from our best friends. So we did.
That’s when his mother, the all-time champion bitch (speaking purely figuratively now), let loose with the most forlorn howls, wails, and bitching (speaking—yeah, you know) ever heard.
I remember sinking in my seat with embarrassment. After all, what was she saying, if not, “I’m a poor, starving, abused, neglected creature!”? Or “My mom is mean. She never feeds me. No one ever feeds me!”??
Ever-looking guilty, I retorted, “Oh, you pampered prima donna. Think of all the starving dogs overseas--and in the shelter down the street.
“You don’t even clean your own plate,” I went on. “You just clean mine.”
But I couldn’t stay annoyed. It’s in her genes, after all. And it’s in my genes to love her and give her whatever she wants.
What I say is true of every last beloved member of the species canis domesticus--from mixed-breed rescues, some of whom also own me, to purebreds. Hasn’t yours told the same sobbing story to every stranger, visitor, host, neighbor--beseeching that particular being to retrieve something, anything, to fork over?
Unconditional love? I don’t think so. It’s logical. If it weren’t for our FOOD, why would they have bothered to become canis domesticus? If it weren’t for our FOOD, I think they would have immediately said, “heck with this evolution thing. We’ll remain wolves, thank you very much.”
They think they hide it well, the fact that their unconditional love comes with at least one condition. I’m scared to think, what else are these devious creatures hiding in their genes?
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I have to disagree and hope you don't mind my saying so. But as far as evolution goes it is the human species that would not have survived without the help of dogs for hunting purposes. The wolves could and would have survived without us though. A dogs love is unconditional. Even though they do like food as much as we do and may be more attentive to us when we have some food a dog will not leave it's owner if there is a bond of love there, even when they are both starving to death. And that's a fact.
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