Shilo's Thoughts

Have any of you bothered to look into my eyes? I have very nice eyes. They are brown and gentle, and when you look into them, you will know peace. And you will hand over your damn bacon, because that’s what my eyes are telling you. Also, don’t stare at me. I’m a dog. When you stare at a dog we take it as a sign of aggression. Of course, I am not aggressive. At all. So when you stare at me, I will probably walk off. And if I walk off, then you won’t be able to feed me any of your bacon…um, actually, let’s call it “our bacon”, shall we? Because that’s what it is.   You say you paid for it? So? What does that even mean? You waved your hand over a beeping chew-toy, it beeped, and you got bacon in return. Sounds to me like you got bacon for a beep.   Here’s the deal: Either you show me how this beep-for-bacon caper works, or you hand over our bacon. You know you want to. Look into my eyes…

Will has been making a lot of noise lately.I think it has to do with this giant box he is making to stop the sun from shining on the concrete where I warm myself. For someone who complains about the cold so much he spends a lot of time blocking out the sun. When I go to check out what he is making, he makes more noise and I have to aim my ears backwards to keep much of it out. The things he hangs on to, to make the giant box are very very noisy. He also yells my name a lot. Usually when he yells my name he wants me to come to him, or he is thanking me for digging him another dancing hole. I'm unclear why he is yelling my name when I am already near him. Maybe he like the sound it makes. I know he likes the big box he has made because he shows it to everyone and when he does that these people buy bacon and give me some of it. I feel like I'm winning here.