Has this ever happened to you?


Ha ha, no not that.

I mean, have you ever experienced Non-Doggie-People-Social-Acceptance-Fail?

Whut choo talkin’ about, Food Lady?

The other day my sister and her friend Nicole stopped by for a visit.  Now, I come from a non-animal-person type family – they like the mammals well enough, but aren’t the sort to have any of their own running around.  They are forever forgetting that OFF means ‘get down’ and DOWN means ‘lie on the floor’ – the usual sort of non-dog people kind of thing.  No big deal.  Since they aren’t ‘into’ dogs, I try not to get too technical with the canine phrasology around them and keep my woof-love gushing to a minimum.

Occasionally I forget myself and come out with a sentence like “So anyway, I executed a rear cross where I should have fronted because he was on the wrong lead when he came out of that pinwheel and he dropped a bar when he tried to wrap the standard too tightly” or something equally guaranteed to fill the space above their heads with question marks and eye rolls.  Oops.

But then there are times when I innocently say something that has the unintended power to repulse them, or send them into hysterics, or both.  I did this on Monday – I was showing off some of the dogs’ tricks and rewarding them with bits of liver brownie.

“With what?” asks Nicole.

“Liver brownies,” replies your Food Lady.

This is Non-Doggie-People-Social-Acceptance-Fail.

“OH GROSS!!! OMG, that’s HILARIOUS” she and my sister scream with laughter.


I CANNOT believe you said that to people, Food Lady!  Let me shake out my brain and start again.

“I have to text that to Jonathon” Nicole says and types away furiously on her iPhone.  I stand there mystified.  Ten seconds later her phone rings and I can hear Jonathon screaming through the little speaker “Liver brownie?!  OH GROSS!  OMG, that’s hilarious!!!”


Food Lady?  Food Lady who?  I don’t know anyone so socially backward as the Food Lady.  La la la.  Just goin’ for a walk…

I get it now – “brownies” to most people are tasty chocolately snack foods.  To teenagers they are something you hide your pot in.  To little girls they are brown dresses you wear until you’re big enough to be a Girl Guide.

To me, they are hand made, oven-baked Wootie bribes infused with ham and processed cheeze.

So much understanding that came just a fraction of a second too late.

Tell me, my fellow insane-dog-owning readers.  What innocent but humourous faux pas have you made that have cemented your place at the bottom of the social heap?

Don’t you wish you could eat those words, just like this?  NOM!

And speaking of fails … Dexter is experiencing “Jump For The Wootie Toy™” FAIL.

It’s not that he doesn’t try – he tries so hard that his eyes roll back in his head with the effort of it all:

It’s just that he can’t seem to convince those back legs to leave the ground.  I know he can jump vertically because he does it – REPEATEDLY- when he sees my hand on the front door knob, or when he wants to kiss someone in the face.  But he becomes, like, mesmerized by the disc and stands rooted in one spot until it’s practically on top of him, then he makes a frantic grab for it.

I know he’s too young for jumping anyway, and it’s not something I encourage.  Periodically I throw him one as a reward for “get out” (I am teaching him distance).  He’s really not improving though, his feet are still glued to the grass.  It must come from Tweed’s side of the family.

Cuz he definitely doesn’t get it from Woo!


  1. Owner of my local to Self: Do your dogs shed?
    Self: Shed?!?! Uh yeah, well no, well one of them does, the second one’s not bad, although he doesn’t like to come in, I’m just teaching the younger one, he’s not in Open yet, but that’s amazing, how do you know about shedding?!
    Owner: Huh?
    Self: I mean, did you read it in a book or something, because that’s pretty sophisticated stuff for a non-dog person to know . . .
    Owner: Eh? What are you on about? Do your dogs SHED?!
    Self: Huh? I just told you . . . Ohhhh, I get it. (Embarrassed laugh). You mean do they SHED ? Hah hah that’s very funny, like do they leave hair all over everything . . . Oh. You don’t get it do you? No? No. Guess not. OK then.
    Owner: Walks away shaking head.

  2. i had to stop chiming in with stories about my dogs when people talked about their kids, because i realized THEY didn’t think it was the same.

    lol dexter… see, posts like this are why we wanted you to stick around. so glad you did :D

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