Dogs and Their Feelings

I have been thinking about a discussion I had a week ago...

I am taking some classes at ASU because apparently I am a sadist.

Actually, the real reason is to finish a bachelor's degree I was close to finishing before I transferred to a school in New York and graduated from there. So, in order to be able to call myself a Sun Devil Alumna, I must complete this task.

Anyway, I am sitting in a 200-level English course (which I am taking as the last part of completing an English Literature minor) and we begin the course discussing a novel that we had read on the treatment of animals.

Anyone who has met me--EVER--knows that I am animal lover. My dog is like my kid for gosh sakes.

So this kid starts spouting off at the mouth about how dogs don't have feelings and can't communicate.

WHAT AN IDIOT.

I am unable to restrain myself from expressing my opinion of him. Although I do so in a little bit more decorous way, he gets my point. We begin a verbal sparring match. Which he lost.

I told Ozzie about this. He was most displeased. And saddened.

I would call these feelings, wouldn't you?

Note to idiotic college boy: my dog and I will both be in class tomorrow. You can look him in the eye and tell him he doesn't have feelings.