It's so different how some dogs and their people get along.  Some people believe that dogs should act more like our ancestors; hunt for food, roam the countryside, and fend for ourselves.  Shakespeare used to live with a family like that.  I think he had it pretty good except that he said he was always lonely, and he didn't much care for all the bugs crawling on him.

 Other dogs live with people who seemed to wish they didn't have a dog.  We had a dog like that come in today.  Her name was Moon Pie.  She came in with a new person, but told a story of being kept in a closet and only getting milk to drink from her first mother.  Moon Pie thought maybe her first mother thought she was a cat instead of a dog.  She's much happier to be in her new home, although she's having a hard time getting used to kibbles instead of liquid.  Mother doesn't think she'll get to be very big, but that she should turn around just fine.

Finally, there are those dogs that live with people who seem to forget that dogs are dogs.  I admit that I am a smaller dog than most but I still enjoy chasing rabbits, barking at strange people, getting into any kind of food wrapper that still smells like food, and I enjoy licking myself wherever and whenever I want.  Dog with a capital D -- that's me!  I admit that I feel bad for the dogs that forget what it's like to be a dog.  Some dogs get soap and water treatments every week so there's nothing left to lick.  Other dogs get dressed up to look like anything but dogs.  My friend Ruben lives in a house like this.  His big brother Bosco is similarly de-dogified.

 Today, we met the new addition to the family, Kaylee.  I never really noticed that Bosco and Ruben didn't act like typical dogs, until I saw the reaction on Kaylee's face.   Because she's new, and only recently left her dog mom, she had no idea how other dogs lived.  Kaylee's new mother brought her dressed in a pink jacket, carried in a pink purse with a red bow in her hair. 

When everything was removed, she tried to play with us but being little (and out of practice acting like a dog) she had a hard time keeping up and I flattened her a time or two. 

Finally, after some repeated paws to the face her inner dog emerged and there was actual growling and teeth!  I have to say, I was fully impressed with the little spitfire.  That was until she was swept up in to the pink purse again.  The look on her face told the story.  I just hope she stays in touch with her inner dog.  I kind of liked her.