A Dog is a Dog – Meeting a Terrier!

This morning we went for a walk!

“So you went for a morning walk? Big deal. Why are you making such a fuss about it? Don’t you go for walks everyday?”

Oh yes. Cameo and I go for our walks together everyday. But it was different this morning, because you know who came with us. That’s something truly new. There isn’t any special reason…not that I mind her coming along with us, but she slows us down (By the way, her opinion about this isn’t that different from mine – she too thinks that I slow her down!)

I know that you see a contradiction here. Don’t worry my friend, this contradiction could easily be explained through the concept of perception…the fact is that I like to stop and sniff at pee-mails left on the trees, poles, and car tires; while she likes to stop and admire flowers, birds, and squirrels! When I stop, she thinks that I am slowing them down; and when she stops, I feel that she’s slowing us down. I hope that explains the contradiction!

What were we talking about…Oh yes, our morning walk! Other than Ms. Snooty-face accompanying us, there was another incident that gave me material for this quick post. If you knew anything about the canine population around this place, you won’t believe it. The fact is that I saw a…TERRIER!

A real Terrier, complete with beard and wires! I saw one. I saw a really real Terrier who was going for his morning walk. (Or her…sorry, couldn’t confirm…it’s really difficult to say with all those wires and asking a question to that effect, could have been considered impolite by the human accompanying the Terrier.) If you ask me, I think that the Terrier was quite good-looking; but I am writing this post to tell you about Mercury’s opinion! Let me faithfully recount her conversation with Cameo (yours truly was royally ignored.)

Mercury: That’s a Terrier.
Cameo: Right…looks a bit like Oorvi’s friend Dewey.
Mercury: I wonder what kind of Terrier he is? Umm…let me see. He’s got the pattern and the wires of a Wire Fox Terrier; but his white is reddish, so he may have some Lakeland Terrier blood in him, and…he is considerably taller than either Dewey or Toby; so he must be related to Airedales!
(Notice her propensity to talk about the dog as “he”…and I assure you that the closest that we came to the Terrier was about 10 feet, and there was absolutely no way for them to find out…not with their malfunctioning noses!)
Cameo: Well!
Mercury: …So we can probably call him a Wire Lake Dale Terrier!
Cameo: I’ve got a better idea…let’s call him a Dog!

The look on Ms. Snooty-face’s jug was worth a dozen bones! She “harrumphed” and she kicked a couple of innocent pebbles to tell us that our canine-knowledge was someplace below the mark! But the fact was that she was feeling stupid about missing the most important point!

The Terrier looked at Cameo (all dogs look at Cameo) and he’d have come and shook paws with him, had it not been for another snob (human of course, dogs are never snobs) who pulled him away…for Cameo, a dog is a dog, and this is why we all love him…and for dogs…well, we think Cameo is a canine pack-leader! I think Mercury needs to learn a few things about dogs from Cameo; but before she is actually ready for advanced learning – she’s got to get her fundamentals right.

“A Dog is a Dog!”