30 Things My Dog Probably Says About Me Behind My Back

That is, if she could talk.

Jernee: aka, The Boss; aka, J-Nasty; aka, Jern-Jern; aka The Princess; aka, The Little Monster, etc. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Pet owners: I’m pretty sure you have your very own thirty things and we’d probably swap stories and laugh hysterically about the ways of our non-human friends/family. Feel free to share a few in the comments if you want to.

Human . . . I expect dinner promptly at 5:30 pm, there should be no deviation from this plan.
That place that you go to every day in the morning and come back much later in the day, what shall I call it?
While you were gone, I ate the crumbs on the floor you thought you brushed “off” the counter and into the cleaning cloth.
Remember that one time you asked me if I liked the new grain-free food you bought me?! Do you recall my reaction, how I dove into the bowl as if I’d not eaten before? Well, I faked it.
There’s this thing that rings loudly while you’re away. How can we make that not happen?
Every time Nana visits, she sits in my favorite spot on the couch. I don’t like that.
Why does she have to visit us anyway? Don’t you visit her enough now?
I think you should warn me about bath-time, preferably a week in advance. I need time to evade this entire process.
I’m not religious. You know that, right? God or mercy or hallelujah should never be in our discussions. I’m just sayin’.
What’s this thing about “voting” I keep hearing on the radio? Is this something you’re going to do?
If you are, will they pay you for it? I need more treats. Prioritize. Monetize this vote thing. Treats are important.
Okay. You’ve seen Shrek 378 times already. That’s enough.
The same goes for Finding Nemo.
Auntie hasn’t been here in a while, neither has Nala. Did I do something? Did YOU do something? It’s always you. Yes, let’s go with that. Did you do something, human?
You like to tell me not to drool on the couch, but please recognize how that’s not working out for you. Do I tell you not to drool on your pillows?
Crushed ice is my favorite snack. More crushed ice, please.
It’s been a while since we’ve had a daddy or another mommy around. What’s the holdup, human?
I mean, I’m trying to gather all the attention I can. Are you keeping this from happening?
The Vet . . . That’s one place I’d like not to go to anymore.
If there’s any way we can make that happen, I’ll be happy about it. Tell them I’m good — we shouldn’t have to pay for pre and post-excellence. Let’s face it, I’m both. Save your money.
Think of the treats.
When you say things to me and you think I don’t understand what you’re saying, I’ve news for you, I do. I’m just ignoring you.
Do we have new neighbors? I hear strange noises while you’re away.
What’s with the burning of all the candles? And the sage?
It’s been 5 minutes since you rubbed my belly or scratched behind my ears. Let’s change that.
I’m not eating my food because I noticed yours smells much better.
Yes, that’s right . . . Pick up my poop! Good human.
No, I don’t like this taking pictures of me all the time thing. Stop it.
When you take my collar off, it’s like you’re removing a piece of me. My identity shifts. How’d you like to have your identity shifted?
NO, I WILL NOT STOP BARKING AT THE NEIGHBOR’S DOG! I’M PROTECTING US!