when dogs lose interest, when are they aren't being patted or fed or sniffing something that excites them they collapse onto their chins and everything flops completely. it's such slapstick living, they so literally embody however they feel. it's also terrifying when they start barking, or simultaneously turn their heads to the door because something has twitched. we think about the supernatural senses of animals with tsunamis and earthquakes, but it's much more than that. it isn't just world shaking events, they're rankled by so many invisible things. i feel like the oblivious guy getting his house burgled when they suddenly start yelping; they know things i don't, they see a totally different world. i've been acting silly all day trying to pretend to be a dog, to imagine how they see things, but i can't get past the anthropomorphized, animated version: hunger, sex, drool, and i suppose one really can't. what the fuck is going on in those little heads?

it's the sort of thing that makes you believe in ghosts. maybe not ghosts for us, but still ghosts certainly. how arrogant and blind must one be to only believe what we as humans can sense when your stupid half poodle thing is alert to all the world's mysteries? we're blind to so much.