Dog Trains Man

My dog Sophia loves to sleep in my bed. Unfortunately, she's a big dog and a total bed-hog, so just about every night I have to wake her up from a deep sleep and kick her out of my room.

Easier said than done.

In fact, she's such a brat about her sleep that there is no booming voice or threat of violence that will move her. I gave that fight up long ago. Instead, I drag myself down to the kitchen, snap a doggy treat in half, and lure Sophia out with a tasty snack. Does the trick every time.

Yesterday, I found myself in the kitchen and going through the usual ritual without much thought. Imagine my surprise when I went to my room and Sophia was no where to be found. There I was, like a sap, conditioned by my own dog, holding a useless doggie treat in my hands.

It's little moments like these that force me to reflect on my little place in the cosmos.