I spend way too much time worrying that my dog is not actually happy.
Despite the fact that he’s a dog and gets great pleasure from things like chewing on sticks, smelling other dogs butts, and trying to eat poop, I still worry that he feels like there’s something missing in his life.
that’s what’s great about dogs. that is a complete life. and we are supposedly the *advanced* species
But does he really like the tummy rubs, or is he just tolerating them because he knows I’ll stop eventually?
Mystery Meat: REVEALED!
We think we finally have a solution to the mystery meat in the yard. His name is Yardcat.
It looks like he’s been setting up a base under the black eyed susans (with occasional stops under the fig tree). He’s very friendly, good with dogs, and actually belongs to a neighbor who believes that cats should be outside most of the time. I’m sure he has a real name, but I’ve just started calling him Yardcat.
There’s also a Mrs Yardcat.
She also belongs to the same neighbor, and she’s much shyer.
I still don’t want the dog eating what he finds in the yard, but I’m considerably less creeped out now. And Cardiff has a new friend.