There’s a girl who has stolen Pat’s heart over the years…and no, it’s not me! It’s our dog Kali. She has him wrapped around her paw and she knows it. Whenever we’re eating dinner, she lies down at his feet and stares at him intently in his eyes with the saddest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. I always make note that she’s never bothered me once for food. This is the time I usually see pieces of chicken flying from the table down to the floor. “She’s starving, look at her”, he says. Really? Because I’m pretty sure I just gave her dinner and a frosty paw on top of that 20 minutes ago. Sometimes I even walk into the bedroom and I see him on his pillow and she’s on mine while he’s petting her head to tail. He tells me, “That’s her favorite way to be pet”. Indeed it is; I can hear her snorting like a pig when it’s happening.
We argue over who her favorite person is; him or me. I try to argue that she loves me most because I always take care of her but inside I know that I’m second rate when it comes to these two. There’s no way I can keep up with their hide and go seek ritual (yes, Pat hides and she runs through every room to find him), their secret pact to always give leftovers at the end of a meal and playing tug of war 24/7.
Man’s best friend, I think so.