Mistabel meets Larousse
Yesterday, my Boy-toy put his paperback edition of Larousse's French dictionary on the divan next to me.
I thought he wanted me to play with it. So I chewed it royally while he tapped away at his computer. When he noticed what I was doing, he bellowed, 'Bad girl!" Then he grabbed the book away from me.
'Bad girl'? That's accusing me of an immoral act. But as a doggie, I have only one way to act. And that's 'doggie-wise'. I am incapable of committing sin. As are all animals except humans.
My almost favourite guy, Teilhard de Chardin, once taught that a doggie such as I worships God by being a dog. Just as a stone finds its place in Creation by being a stone. So how can Nich tell me I am 'bad'? If anything, my action gives new meaning to the word 'dog-eared'.