Here are dogs who’ve got beefs and must give vent to them–not easy to do, when stupid humans don’t speak your language.
My cat Henry used to sit on the table when I was playing Strat-O-Matic Baseball, and try to grab the little plastic base-runners. I’d tell him “No,” and he would give me back-talk, word for word. And if I had to get up and leave the room for a moment, well, no more men on base. He was really miffed that I wouldn’t let him chew them up and swallow them.
The poor dogs who go zooming through the house with slippery floors and long nails – crashing is inevitable.
When that boxer was sprawled on the chair, sort of whining, a certain feline of my acquaintance wondered why her “dad” would listen to such language. 🙂
I’ve heard dogs go through such expressive moments and it really serves to demonstrate just how well-mannered dogs are, most of the time.