Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Hiding the Obvious

"It's not going to work," I told the dog. "Did you hear me? It's not going to work."

The dog not speaking English ignores me and continues.

"Okay," I said as I walked over to the food bowl. "Let me help."

Again, the dog doesn't say 'thank you' or really care whether I'm there to help or not. So I move the food rug over exposing more available rug. I turn one corner over to make it easier to grasp.

Puddles continues the process making no more progress than before.

My dog, Sadie, did the same goofy thing. She stood on the sofa or backseat of my car digging an imaginary hole, a place to hide a bone.

"Where's the bone?" I would ask. Sadie looked at me. Was she wondering if I could see where she hid the bone or was I just stupid since the bone sat where it first began?

Puddles covers his food every day with the edge of the rug beneath his feast. With his nose, he coaxes the edges up and hopefully over the food. He then stands back observing his work. Sometimes the process goes on for what seems like forever. In all the times we have walked pass his food, none of us have claimed any. Still he protects his own.

There is no message in this page I write. Only a observation of trying to cover up the obvious, hoping no one can see what is right in front of them when all the time is still sits in plain sight.

"Yeah, sure Puddles, I do not see your dog food." Oh, dear God, I need a life.

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