The Life of a Picture Dog - Field Notes from a HemiDog
“Then, in a great crash, they threw themselves to the floor, ears flopped down, the whites of their eyes showing, looking the way only a dog can look who is totally disappointed. Indeed, they were the very pictures of disappointment.”
Poor Hemi.
All he wants to do is play, investigate and run around - essentially not sit still.
But alas.
If Hemi could talk, I imagine this is how every conversation would go:
Me: HemiDog - “can you sit? Sit?”
HemDog: “……………” *silence supported by a serious side-eye
Me: “HemiDog, sit please - you look so cute and the light!”
HemiDog: **sits sullenly** “The ball is over there. And. I. Am. Not”
Me: “just one picture, staaaaaay….staaaaaay…”
HemiDog: “Can’t. Have to go over THERE!
Me: “HemDog! SIT!”
HemiDog: “fffuuuuuckkkkk”
It is unclear where he learned this type of language - he was born in a barn…
Me: “Thanks bud, but can you not look so grumpy?”
HemiDog: “This is my face”
