Sometimes dogs are about as illogical as homo sapiens. Mine will jump for joy if they are allowed to go along with me to town. Apparently they'd rather suffer in a hot, cramped truck than stay home in a lovely big shop building with couches and easy-chairs and a nice big fenced yard just outside the door. I think it's that old "be-with" syndrome.
Today I had to renew the minutes on my phone or lose my account so I let them ride along with me to the "high point" about eight miles south where I can get just enough bars to make the addition.
You'd have thought I nominated them for the Nobel Prize. Emma really likes it when I lower the left rear window and let her hang out and sniff the smells. Buffalo, deer, antelope, and assorted gourmet poop. Ambrosia!
To listen to them, I deprive them. Well, gosh, we just spent 5000 miles together fer-pete's-sake!
Anyway. They were happy today!
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Happiness is... a dog having fun. :)
One of my most important jobs is to help my dogs be happy. And why not? Seems a noble occupation to me.
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