Just Laugh. Chapter 5. It’s a dog’s (cat’s) life.

Rosie Davis

My, oh my, don’t you like how the meaning of a phrase can change? In the 16th century the phrase, “it’s a dog’s life” meant don’t touch it with a pole! Dogs lived outside as guards and ate whatever cold scraps were thrown to them. They also had short lives.

In these modern times, I have heard pet owners declare that “if only I could be reincarnated as my own pet. I would have the run of the house, including sofas and bed, eat holistic grain-free food, be considered a member of the family, although a non-voting member. I would be petted and talked with, have fancy leashes and winter coats. Just roll around the house all day, when I wasn’t being walked. Man, what a living!

Many dog owners today go out to eat with their pooch, just as Germans habitually have. This is especially true at the patio section of a restaurant where one may often see water bowls provided by the proprietor. You can see the humans, enjoying the fresh air, eating their fruit and quiche all the while slipping tidbits to their Max, Molly, or Buddy. If their dog minds, sits quietly, or lies down, subtlety their owners exude pride. My pointer/Dalmatian is a boisterous breed, strains against his leash and even BARKS, oh, my god, at which point I try to slink down in my chair and become invisible.

Recently I have encountered dog lovers who admit to buying a larger mattress just to accommodate their 95-pound pet, so there is room on the bed for both owner and dog. I first became acquainted with this arrangement when I met my sister-in-law in Los Angeles years ago. Peggy was a robust seventeen, almost six feet tall with ample bulk. Her dog was not a “widdle doggie” and would make you split a gut when you saw this dachshund mixed with a german shepherd. Tinky’s legs were short, like a dachshund and set on top of them was a full size german shepherd’s body. Now Peggy wanted Tinky on her bed, but his short legs were a handicap. To accommodate this deficiency Peggy would grab Tinky by the collar and give him a running start and then she would try to hoist Tinky’s bulk up onto the bed. Oh, how I wish I had a video camera back then to recorder this amazing sight. You would have to Just Laugh!


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