The Mutts have exceptionally poor communications skills.
This morning, as I was making my roast beef sandwich for lunch, Gus and JoJo both came over to me. One sat on each side, and both stared up at me. Clearly, they wanted something. But WHAT?
I asked. They both just sat there, stock still. I asked again. No response. I offered them each a bite of roast beef. They accepted this with alacrity, but neither would tell me what it was they came for.
So I tried again. Again they snapped up the roast beef. Again they clammed up on the question.
We went through the same routine a third time. Same result.
I'm nobody's fool, and I know when a trick isn't working. So I finished making my sandwich, put it in my lunch bag, and strolled off. Whatever those dogs wanted, I'll never know. I only hope they're as disappointed as I am.




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