God Spelled Backwards Is Dog

I am pet-sitting for my sister for several months and thus have acquired new insights into the life of dogs and people...

I gave Isabella a new bone the other day - and not just any bone, mind you. A real, honest to goodness, individually wrapped, air-tight sealed crunchy, meaty bone. The REAL DEAL, folks.

The following is her response...

"Bone! Bone! I am happy! I am happy! I take bone from owner's hand and RUN!!! I RUUUUNNNNNNNNNN!!! I RUN SOME MORE!!! Oh my! Oh my! Oh my...
Oh. My.
I have to hide it. The cat will eat it!

THAT CAT WILL EAT IT!!! THAT CAT SHALL NOT HAVE MY BONE!!!

Bone?

I have a bone?

Oh yeah! I have a bone! I will RUN!!! I will RUN!! I will JUMP ON THE COUCH (even though I know it's wrong!) I will...I will...STOP!
THAT CAT IS LOOKING AT MY BONE.

that cat is looking at my bone.
i have to hide it. i must hide secretly. i must be sneaky. where? where shall i hide it? shhh...i must hide it quietly...
i must hide it...
where?

Where?

WHERE?

THERE'S NO WHERE TO HIDE MY BONE!!!

I will try to dig up the wooden floor! I will try to dig up the linoleum! I will RUN! I will RUN! I will RUN in CIRCLES and CRY!!!! I WILL HOWL!! I WILL CRY!!!

i will whimper. i will moan. i will whimper. i will moan. i will whimper. i will moan...
(time elapsed - 5 hours)
i will whimper. i will moan...

i will put the bone here. (plunk) i will lay two feet away and stare at it.

and stare at it...
and stare at it...
and stare at it...
and stare at it...
and...

BARK! GROWL! BARK! BARK! GROWL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I WILL CHASE THE CAT OUT OF THE ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHE WAS LOOOOOOOOOKIIIIIIIIIIING AT IT!!!!!!!!!!!! BARK!!!!!!!!!!!!

i will whimper. i will moan. i will whimper. i will moan. i will whimper....

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I once said to someone I love, "I want good things for you, but you have to be able to accept them."

He said, incredulously, "Accept the good things????"

(insert weird "I'm a Holy Spirit Puppet" thing cause my mouth is moving but I'm not really this smart...)

I said, "The good things are often the hardest to accept."

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I wanted my dog to be happy, so I gave her a gift. However, the gift that I gave her has made her miserable. She spends the whole time worrying about something that will never happen (cause, pleez! that cat does not want that nasty, slobbery bone!) and guarding against fears that are irrational.

I thought that maybe I could make her feel better by giving her LOTS of bones, so that she wouldn't worry about her supply, but I have a feeling that LOTS of bones would simply mean LOTS of whimpering! The more I give her, the more miserable she will be.

I thought about taking the bone away from her. She would be sad at first, but she would probably forget it in a few hours (minutes? pea-brain...). Perhaps this would be the best route?

Perhaps I will just not do anything.

And see if she ever eats it.

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I wonder if God looks at us and thinks, "I really would like to give you a good thing, but you'd just be miserable. Miserable and mean to everyone around you..."

God Spelled Backwards Is Dog

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