About This Comic: Dog Person
Once at a barbecue years ago a lifelong friend was showing off his new girlfriend who turned out to be the one he married. My first impression of her was that she was talking a lot about “so and so is a dog person… blah blah blah are dog people…. yadda yadda yadda also a dog person, etc.” When there was finally a pause I asked “do they walk upright or on all fours, these ‘dog people?’.
I have never been a dog person and we have had them throughout My Life. I should be a little more clear; it actually depends on the dog. I can think of one or two that I can remember fondly and it is actually the heartbreak, the inevitable loss of a pet that I can do without. The night I graduated high school our family pet, a long-haired Schnauzer, was killed when it got loose and ran out into traffic.
The current dog that my wife and kids own is one of those annoying, yelping kinds. Yep, a chihuahua. Always barking – and I’m always vacuuming. Usually at the same time. In fact, three days ago (Sunday, a “day of rest”) was interrupted all day when my daughter had a guest. A different voice sets off the relentless, aggressive non-stop barking. In fact, this anti-social animal got out of his pen and nipped our guest.
When I decided this would be the comic’s subject, simultaneously my son had a guest who caused – you guessed it – relentless yapping. To draw some humor from a pet peeve (sorry), this dumb-ass is always trying to cuddle up to me. No clue, no instincts. They can be like people, huh?
It’s a personal achievement that I haven’t chewed my nails down so far this week.