The Dog in The Dog's House

Hey there blogosphere,

I recently had my dog in Toronto for the week to look after him, and I noticed some important personality traits that I think are similar to me. I thought you, blogosphere, would be interested in hearing about them.

Firstly, me and this dog have both become pretty bad-ass over the years, in the sense that we don't take crap off of any body. For example, at one point he wanted a treat, I could tell because he just started barking at me for no reason. Unfortunately, years of getting him to shut up by just giving him a treat has inadvertently trained him to bark whenever he has a hankering for some pupperoni. But, what he didn't realize is that I'm no push-over either. He barked at me, I stared back refusing to cave to his demands for minutes. It was truly a stone-cold stand-off between 2 cold blooded animals, a raging battle between Titans. Seeing that I eventually gave him a treat - I had to shut him up somehow blogosphere - I'd say it ended in a draw.

Another personality trait we've co-evolved is the ability to break down barriers. Now blogosphere, I can't recite every example of this on my part. I'm constantly breaking down walls set up by society, bettering man-kind for it. But until now, I had no idea my dog did the same. You see blogosphere, I left him alone for a few hours one day and his acquired sense to break down barriers took over. In this scenario, the barrier was my front door - he scratched the Be-Jesus out of it blogosphere. He attacked it the same way I attack metaphorical barriers, on a daily basis.

Finally, me and this dog do what we want, when we want blogosphere. For instance, last Saturday I ordered a double burger at Utopia. That's a full pound of beef blogosphere, but I said whatever, this is what I want and this is when I want it. This dog, on the other hand, took a different approach to express the same characteristic. Repeatedly, as we were walking the park to do his business, he decided he would stop into his 3 point stance and leave his fecies in the middle of the side-walk, making it impossible for me to avoid picking it up. Now I really wanted him to wait a few minutes and go at the park where there are trash cans, to minimize the time I have to walk around literally carrying his crap, but no - it's when and where he wants, just like me.

Despite our similar personalities, I did notice that me and this dog do differ in tastes when it comes to comfort. I absolutely hate the couch I have in my apartment, blogosphere, but as you can see, he loved it.