June 13. Day 164. Dog gone.

I reckonise the look. It's a look of complete distain, a look as though you are above the behaviour of those around. Seriously, my puppy looks at the bum sniffing and arse licking behaviour of the other pups in his puppy pre-school with an air of self righteous indignation like the rest of them are complete animals. (I suspect it is almost exactly the same look I have adopted in the past at some editorial meetings when much the same behaviour was exhibited but I digress).
The fact is Sir Rumple thinks he is a person. He sleeps in bed with his head on the pillow. He sits on the couch and watches TV. He is the only dog I have ever met who never does any doggy business on a walk. Ever. The vet/dog trainer says that not marking every tree is the sign of an exceptionally well trained and respectful dog. I should take that as an ultimate compliment but I suspect it is untrue.
Leg cocking and doggy doo bags are the stuff of dogs and Rumple can not see how that applies to him. So today I thought I should connect him with his dogginess. We went to the dog park, our first experience of such an establishment - and Rumple loved it. It has to be said, however, there weren't any other dogs at the park. Had any of that bum sniffing, arse licking behaviour been on display I reckon we'd have been out of there declaring that the place had gone to the dogs.