Last night, we had almost finished dinner. Shadow, our black lab, stared intently at me. I looked down near my foot. There was a bread crumb barely big enough for a mouse, but apparently he wanted it. I started laughing. "Can you believe it?" I shook my head. "A miniscule piece of bread has his attention."
My son, Ryan, panted anxious dog-speak, "Shadow's saying 'IwantitIwantitIwantit!'"
|Shadow the dog|
Labs are food-driven. They also bred to love the chase. Both of my children had cleverly mocked Shadow's two (main) idiosyncracies, and their make-believe imitations hit my funnybone. As my husband and I carried on with silly dog-speak, I could hardly believe our table had been reduced to puppy-dog imitations... and hanging tongues.
For overly-serious me, it was pure pleasure.