posted 16 years ago
Related: Dog and Desk @ 2:30pm, 1987.
Omega was the friendliest dog in the world.
She did not really understand that we owned her. I guess it’s all a matter of perception.
Many times we’d get phone calls from people saying “we have your dog, the kids love her” — we would go to the place and she would be surrounded by kids, giving her cuddles. She was happy to see us, but she’d have been just as happy either way I think. I guess it’s hubris to say that my family “owned” that dog.
I think the “you can’t control me” philosophy was very Omega. Although I think Omega was on a whole other philosophical level, she didn’t even understand the concept of control or being controlled. Wild.
It’s Friday man. Welcome to the weekend, baby.