Cool It Boy, We’ll Feed You Later

I’m walking Coco tonight, and he spies an old man on the sidewalk ahead of us.  His ears perk up, along with his head, and his gait becomes a little agitated.  I tell him “Cool it, boy, we’ll feed you later. ”

Feeding a dog, or the proto-dog, the wolf, is where it began.  A dog that feeds itself looks upon you, not as the guy with the sack of Purina Dog Chow, but as a meal.  Multiply that dog into a pack, and humans are canine fricassee.   It’s the feeding that short-circuits all that.

Domesticating an animal is a short-circuiting routine.  You are stunting their growth into fully-grown, mature animals.  Adult dogs rip your throat out when they get hungry.  Better feed that animal if you want him to stick around.

Need a little proof of what I say?  Try not feeding your dog for a spell.  They’ll begin circling your easy chair, figuring out exactly where your weak spot is.  Where to chomp.  Hey, just put one on a diet, and they’ll look upon you as a traitor, and we all know what happens to Benedict Arnolds!

Now, an immature, stunted-in-growth dog is a wondrous thing.  A friend for the ages.  Man’s best friend.  Roll her over on her back and rub her belly.  That’s the proof that you’ve got a tame dog.  Only puppies roll over and wait to get scratched.