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According to some historians, as dogs began to domesticate humans . . . Oh, sure, there are some historians who suggest that humans domesticated dogs, but we tend to reject those crackpot theories.
Where were we? Oh, yes, as dogs began to domesticate humans, dogs learned to train the humans to provide them food and comfort by developing facial expressions that were irresistible to humans. So let’s see exactly how evolved you are with a simple test. Can you resist this face?
Hi, Hu-dad. What are you eating there?
So how many of you humans just tried to provide food through the screen of your computer? See, we canines have you well trained. For you remedial humans, let’s try it again.
That looks like the tastiest piece of food I have seen in ages.
The vast majority of humans have now totally caved and are searching for extra food to send to us. But for those very few humans who have not yielded, we go for the advanced mode.
I can barely remember my last meal since it was at least 20 to 30 minutes ago.
Hu-dad will see the rest of the humans at the grocery store to restock supplies.
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We call that the “Poor Pitiful Puppy Dog” look,
Love that face!
Our mom reached into our stash of treats for you, Cheoah!
20-30 minutes ago? Are you OK? That’s for. Ever!!!
Yours sincerely,
Margaret Thatcher
I am all too used to seeing that face! But, I cave every time. No wonder I am poor! Now give that baby more treats!
Sherri
Poco takes it a step further and lays her poor little head on our laps and looks up at us beguilingly while we’re at the dinner table, pretending to be faint from hunger.
If I wasn’t owned by a bloodhound, I’d be cooking something tasty for you right now! But I’ve learned to resist that oh so starving look.
Mom sez: Looks very much like the expression on Ice’s face every night at suppertime. We have come to a compromise with Ice. He knows he will be given ONE thing, and one thing only from my plate, then he goes and lies down, doesn’t ask for anything more, no matter what it is.