Timing is Everything.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but my dog Buddy is the dictionary definition of ‘difficult teenager’.

The thing is, whenever he gets annoyed, frustrated or mad, he doesn’t bark, but gives huge theatrical sighs. I’m not sure you to represent it in words, but I imagine it would look something like this:

PFFFFFFFFffffffffffffft.

Well, the other day, Sunny had been to McDonalds, and put a cheeseburger in her purse to take to work with her. When we got in, Buddy could smell it. I figure that what he was thinking was something along the lines of:

“I can smell a cheeseburger in here. Is Sunny eating? Nope. Is Paulius eating? Nope. This can mean only one thing…there’s an unclaimed cheeseburger in here that’s up for grabs! Nose, don’t fail me now!”

It took him about 30 seconds to track it down, and he became hypnotized by the aroma emanating from Sunny’s purse. Finally, I had to grab him, tell him no and called him a ‘bad dog’.

So he dragged his feet over to the corner and flopped down for a nice long sulk. As he hit the floor, there was a minor, barely audible ‘pfft.’ It was the Buddy equivalent of muttering under his breath.

Fast forward fifteen minutes, and Sunny and I are relaxing on the couch watching TV. Then the ads came on.

“McDonalds Double Cheeseburger! Only a dollar from the value menu!”

From the corner of the room:

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffffffffft!

How dare we? They’re only a dollar for fuck’s sake!