The brown dog stared at his master. It wasn’t just because the man was eating but also because the man was so incredibly dense. How could a creature who was supposed to be so “evolved” miss the point of life? The dog sat there, with puppy-dog eyes, hoping that a scrap of food would hit the ground. Once again, his master was oblivious. Couldn’t he see the cute brown dog was hungry?
If the dog had been given the gift of speech, he would have set the man straight about his hunger and life. You get what you give, pal. Call it what you want — Karma was one word that he had heard on daytime TV — but whatever you put on into the universe, is what you get back. Dogs lived it every day. You greet your humans with a wagging tail and excitement, you’ll get love in return. (most of the time — there were a few human jerks out there.) You growl and snap — well, it could get ugly. It was a good theory and one that the dog practiced. He believed in Dog Karma.
But the human never got it. He always wondered why life always seemed so hard. Lines marked his face from his constant scowl. He was negative, worried and seemed to miss the pure joy that life was. The dog sighed. Partly because of his human’s ignorance and partly because he was getting hungry. “GIVE ME SOME BACON!”
He tried the dog version of the Jedi Mind Trick.
“WOOF!”
A squeaky wheel gets the grease. Or in this case, the barking dog gets a piece of bacon.
“Here you go, pal.”
The bacon hit right in front of him. Nirvana.
The dog wagged his tail in appreciation. The human scratched his dog’s head and continued to eat his bacon.
Someday he’d teach the man. Someday. But right now, the dog had more important things to do. He really wanted a second piece of bacon.
Even cute brown dogs have priorities in life.
I love it.