José and her dog.

Dog

José Bianca

Our dog is laying stretched-out on the floor on his side with his paws stretched-out. It looks like he is totally relaxed. I am fond of the dog. I love all our animals, but this dog is special. It is the sweetest dog I have ever known. I am curious about the dog. I want to know what he is thinking. Inside. I am five years old.

Quickly I lay down beside him. Also on my side. I lift my head so I can look in to his eyes, because I can go inside through the eyes. That is logical. Not so long ago I did that to my mother. I wanted to know if she saw the world exactly as I do. I concentrated on her eyes and… zip, I was in my mother. I saw the world through her eyes and at first I thought it was very funny, but when I was there a little longer I did not like it anymore. It hurt to be in my mother. I will never do that again. It is probably much more fun in the dog. Or would that hurt as well?

I look into the eyes of the dog. What would be happening inside of him? He closes his eyes. Difficult. I wait until he opens his eyes and go on looking.
“ Grrrrrr”, the dog growls softly . Why is he doing that? I can take a peep inside can’t I? Again I look into his eyes. He turns away.

I do not realize I am being aggressive to the dog. I don’t know yet that my looking is inviting him to fight me. For him I am a young dog. Although I am higher in rank than he is, I am still a puppy to him. An ignorant, stupid and very brutal puppy that asks to be put at her place. But unfortunately he is the lowest in rank and would the leader of the pack, my father, tolerate it if he would put me on my place?

The dog is in an awkward position, because I won’t give up my mission to go into the dog yet. I get on my knees and lay my head close to his on the floor in front of him. I grab his head with both hands and stare into his eyes. . “Grrrrr”, the dog says again. He really does not want me to look inside of him. I feel him getting angry, but I want it anyway. I start the battle. The dog shows his teeth. Still I am not worried. I feel that this dog will never bite me. I know that. He is a sweet dog and very wise.

Now I want to know who his stronger. I want the dog to carry out my will. “If I want to look inside you have got to let me, dog”, I say in my head and: “You are not the boss! I am the boss.”

Snap! The dog does at that moment. His nose touches my cheek. I let go of his head. He will never bite me. Adorable, wise dog. It is clear now.
I am not the boss.

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