I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be Goose for a day. Constant napping…always searching for the perfect snuggle. Wanting nothing more in life than to find a nice, warm lap to sit on. Not caring about anything but eating, sleeping and the occasional biker that passes by. To have the ability to fall asleep standing up, or sitting up, or on any sort of rugged terrain. It really is a gift. I just want to experience it once. I want to be a pug for a day.
But then I think…I wonder what he thinks about. I mean if you’ve ever met my dog…you know he is constantly stressed out. If the phone rings…if people leave…for no reason at all. I mean he is like the opposite of a guard dog. He barks at you when you leave…but loves it when you come inside. So strange. He gets so excited when it’s time to eat that I constantly wonder if maybe he’s starving. Except one time we fed him extra because I was convinced he needed it…and then he puked everywhere. Oops. I just wonder what goes on in his little head. And while I may never know…over the last decade I’ve concluded that all he really wants in life is for everyone to be in one room…not moving…sitting uncomfortably close together so he can have some part of his body on each person and for all cell phones to disappear indefinitely.
I guess that’s not too much to ask for in life. But…then again…neither is being a pug for a day.