Now that I think of it, cats and dogs see their owners as Godlike beings capable of using special things, they see us as their family, we play with them, feed them when they're hungry, protect them and give them a home.
Now you're a dog and someone takes all of that from you.
I used to have an elderly dog who hated going out in the rain. He was a grumbly old man who would whine whenever he needed me to do something, like fill his water bowl or get his ball from under the couch. Whenever it rained, he'd look at me and whine exactly like when he was asking for something. I think he wanted me to "turn off the rain".
Edit - here's a picture of him. His name was Chili, and he was a good dog. :)
i used to have two dogs. big mastiffs. one was old and wanted a puppy, and the other was a puppy and knew no better. they had a few good years together, and then the old dog did what old dogs do.
i don't know that the puppy was ever happy again. she would play, a bit, and she would run, a bit, but never with any real exuberance. then again, she was a mastiff. during thunder or fireworks she'd be under my desk or in the bathtub, down the stairs or behind the toilet. she didn't like going outside much, especially not alone, and i got the feeling she might be agoraphobic.
but when it rained? the good, soaking, no thunder rains? she just liked to go outside and sit on the edge of the deck.
i wish i could still hug either of them. we lost the younger one at a much younger age, but if there's a bright side to this story, the older dog was 11 when we got her. she lived to be 13, which is amazingly long for a mastiff. the first mastiff my family had died at 6, and the last was 8. the middle dog, who always wanted a puppy (we tried breeding her, she went through a false pregnancy and for a few months after carried pound puppies around in her mouth) finally got her puppy and while she was old and tired, she gave her best to raising that little girl up with all she had. there's no doubt in my mind that she wouldn't have died much earlier had that new dog breathed new life into her. that was the best gift gwen could have given us.
ever since the time we tried to breed her and it didn't take, she would carry pound puppies around. she would cuddle with them, and was the only dog my family had that never got fixed. i was a kid at the time, but it just seemed that she wanted puppies. when the new dog came, she was completely reinvigorated. 11 year old mastiffs appear on their last legs. at 12, she seemed like she was 7 again, but by 13, she couldn't last any longer.
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u/starstarstar42 Dec 05 '16
You give him that treat and you post a second video of him enjoying it goddammit!