My Dog
My Great Dane, Orpheo is staring at me with doleful brown eyes. Why do dogs appear so mournful?
Or is it that they are disgusted? Disgusted that they can't feast on dirty socks, disgusted that they can't sniff the aroma of my friends' crotch, disgusted that there are squirrels, ripe for the killing, that they can't clumsily chase. If I were a dog, I too would be disgusted.
My Sheep
I used to have a stuffed animal sheep. I asked my East Coast grandparents to send me a cute stuffed animal sheep for my birthday.A little woolly lamb. What came in the mail was a stuffed animal sheep that clearly needed to go on a diet.
The obese sheep wore an expression of absolute disgust. How they managed to convey such pure disgust, such utter disdain with just two brown threads for a "mouth" and two black beady button eyes, is a mystery. The obese sheep certainly didn't have the answer.
We dubbed the obese sheep " Disgusted Sheep" and gingerly placed him on my bedroom armchair. There he sat for years, never losing a single pound, always watching, judging us, obese and disgusted with the whole state of affairs.
My Great Dane, Orpheo is staring at me with doleful brown eyes. Why do dogs appear so mournful?
Or is it that they are disgusted? Disgusted that they can't feast on dirty socks, disgusted that they can't sniff the aroma of my friends' crotch, disgusted that there are squirrels, ripe for the killing, that they can't clumsily chase. If I were a dog, I too would be disgusted.
My Sheep
I used to have a stuffed animal sheep. I asked my East Coast grandparents to send me a cute stuffed animal sheep for my birthday.A little woolly lamb. What came in the mail was a stuffed animal sheep that clearly needed to go on a diet.
The obese sheep wore an expression of absolute disgust. How they managed to convey such pure disgust, such utter disdain with just two brown threads for a "mouth" and two black beady button eyes, is a mystery. The obese sheep certainly didn't have the answer.
We dubbed the obese sheep " Disgusted Sheep" and gingerly placed him on my bedroom armchair. There he sat for years, never losing a single pound, always watching, judging us, obese and disgusted with the whole state of affairs.