Random: Now that's one evil little dog ...

[nebroadwe]

Today, thanks to the good offices of nateprentice (who need not offer me any other birthday present now), I read the funniest "Pets: Who Knows What They're Really Thinking?" piece I've seen since Charlie Stross posted his little riff on the interior life of cats a month of Sundays ago. littera_abactor had a go-round with his dog and some root vegetables, which is "summarized in conversation form" over here. I quote from it this excerpt to give you some idea why I was stuffing a handkerchief into my mouth at work:

[From the kitchen, there comes a noise like someone is eating a baseball bat.]

Me, yelling: What the hell are you doing?
Me: *makes haste for the kitchen and finds dog there*
Dog: *picks up entire raw sweet potato, which is what was causing the baseball bat noise, and flees for the bedroom*
Me: *chases dog, retrieves most of sweet potato, less the portion which has disappeared into dog's gullet*
Dog: See? STARVING.
Me: ...That can't be good for you. It's a RAW SWEET POTATO.
Dog: I had to do it. I haven't been fed. Ever.
Me: You realize you aren't normal. Normal dogs don't steal raw sweet potatoes.
Dog, sadly: I was badly brought up.
Me: Yes. Yes, you were.
Dog: By people who starved me.
Me: Oh, no. I am not doing this again.
Me: *exits the room, bearing sweet potato*

[There is a pause.]

[There is a noise like someone is trying to eat a baseball bat very very quietly.]

Please, go and read the whole anecdote. Put down your coffee/tea/juice/champagne first, though. And have a handkerchief handy.

Comments

[nebroadwe.livejournal.com]

The dumbest dog I ever met was a bulldoggish cross named Hoser. His owner claimed that he had only five functioning brain cells, but one day he walked into a door and one fell out and then he only had four. That seemed about right, because it seemed he could recognize his owner and about three other people as Friends and the rest of the world was either Foes or Food (or both). I'm not sure we were even up to Box o'Rocks with him ...

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Hoser sounds like a piece of work. Indeed. (And somewhat frightening.)

[nebroadwe.livejournal.com]

He was rather frightening. Fortunately for me, he decided I was okay -- those patented ear rubs work wonders.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Hee. Dogs have a lotta nerves in their ears; one of my "healthy dog" books suggests starting all dog massages there and that rubbing from the base to the tip of the ear is a calming thing for dogs.