And that is the difference between cats and dogs.
He likes it! He thinks it’s a human kinda “petting”/ massaging thing.
At the end, he’s askin’ human, where’d it go?
That’s surely his “How come it stopped petting me??” face.
Like ours who lie in the nice cool downdraft of the cooler vent in the living room, which coincides with the hallway into the room. We’re totally expected to walk over them, and rub their back or belly with our foot on the way by. If we don’t we get just that look! “Hey! Pay the toll!”
The Roomba’s too small to ride, so the hell with it.
That’s why the bulldog breeds make such good pets for young children. The kid can wrap an arm about the dog’s neck and strangle it for half an hour, twist off one ear while teething on the other and gouge out an eye or two, but the bulldog just lays there wagging its stubby tail because the kid is playing with him.
I’ve never met a bulldog that was not the model of patience and capable of vast comic relief. And what is up with that nightclub walk?
One of the finest works of all of Creation is the bull dog.
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