I have a smart dog. Sometimes too smart for his own good. That is, he thinks he knows what he wants even when he knows it is the opposite of what I want even though he doesn’t understand why I want it, so he decides to go after his want, after which he may realize that wanting it was, well, not worth the want.
Nevertheless, he’s still a pretty smart dog. Right now he is not-so-contentedly lying at my feet despite the fact that he would rather be chasing the frisbee outside. I, however, would Continue reading “Paradogs”