So, I'm sitting at a traffic light, mindlessly listening to Sting sing about how much he wants his MTV when out of the corner of my good eye, I saw a dog hanging out of a car's window. An everyday sight for most of us. Dog's paws on the half way rolled down window, head and shoulders sticking out intently looking FRONT, a look of determination on his face. If dogs could have facial expressions and look determined, of course.
Which brings me to one of my many points. What do dogs think about when riding in a car with their bodies dangerously hanging out of a car window, riding, with the fearless devil-may-care attitude that only dogs possess? Are dogs as reckless as a teenager riding a motorcycle? Thrill seekers? If so, why? When did this fascination that dogs have with speed begin? Was it the first time an ancient Egyptian thought "You know, I think that it would be fun to take King Kuni -or Khaba or Huni or Cheops, I'm sure that they too named their dogs after old kings and politicians- out for a ride in my new Nefertiti-Benz chariot" while the house God-cat looked at them like they were both undeserving of a look or living. Much like cats still do. Did you know that if you die and a cat finds you first, a cat will eat your face? That's because that's were the most tender meat is at, your lips, your cheeks, your eyeballs. Cats. Nasty useless things.
I wonder if the ancient Egyptians had a Dalmatian like dog riding in their fire wagons. Did they have fire wagons back then? I don't know.
What are they thinking? "This is so exciting! Car! Car! Car! HAHAHAHA! Faster! Yeeehah! " Or is it more like the fearful and exciting abandon that we feel on a roller coaster? "CAR! Coming at me! FAST! YAHOOOOOO!" Do it again!"
Some of them ride with their eyes wide open, their tongues lolling out of open jaws set in a maniacal grin, much like we look in those pictures that they take at the start of the drop of the biggest hill of the roller coaster. You know, the ones on which all of us look scared to death, eyes like someone stuck a pair of pig pong balls in your eye sockets, your mouth frozen in a grimace that looks half like a scream and half like the biggest shit eating grin you ever saw.
Some of them ride with their eyes half closed, looking intently ahead, as if their futures laid just beyond the next bumper; their mouths firmly closed, like George Washington in the dollar bill portrait. What are they thinking? "Crap! Another bumper, can't let that stop me, must forge ahead. I gotta spit, should I just drool all over the window or stick my head out a bit more and have the drool blown all over the quarter panel? Decisions decisions decisions"
Dogs. Funny creatures.
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