We have a dog and until today, when I saw a documentary about dogs (following a nasty one about acne laser treatment, I would advise steering clear if I were you…), I didn’t know what kind of hell he went through day in, day out. Now I know I can’t help but feel extremely sad for Bertie. How confused he must be, poor Bertie! From now on I will do my best not to make high-pitched noises that sound like birds.
For one thing, bitches on heat must be torture for him. According to the expert on TV – a world-renowned expert in bitches on heat – Bertie and his doggy-man friends can sense bitches on heat from miles away. I’m not sure how true that statement is, but I wouldn’t be at all surprised if it was 100% no word of a lie: often, at night, when the world is settling down, Bertie looks out the window with an expression of utter desperation. As if to say “This is so unfair.”
But what can you do?
Another thing which the documentary brought to light was the point that dogs sense things so extremely. They hear things from miles away as loud as we would a megaphone in the ear, and they smell things…glorious fried bacon and the like…and get hit with an intensity a hundred times more powerful than if we snorted bacon for three hours on the trot.
I used to think I would like to come back as a dog. Now I’m not so sure…