34 lines
1.9 KiB
ArmAsm
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The other day, I walked into the bathroom and saw my dog staring at
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the toilet. Rilke's concentration was so intense that he didn't
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even acknowledge me as I entered the room. When I looked at his
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face, it almost devoid of expression; and although there was a touch
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of curiosity and perhaps a hint of bafflement in his gaze, there
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were no other clues as to what he might be thinking.
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I have seen evidence of some analytical ability in my dog and enough
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familiarity with the English language that I probably give him
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credit for a much more complicated thought process than he is
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capable of. Still, I have never seen him study anything so intently
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as he had the toilet, so I thought I would amuse myself by trying to
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figure out what he was thinking.
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After contemplating the various activities associated with the
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toilet and how they may interest my dog, it didn't take very long
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before I hit on the obvious answer. Rilke is an animal who marks
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his territory by going to the bathroom in strategic boundary
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locations. Surely he assumes that humans must operate in the same
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manner and has therefore has concluded that the only place I think
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worthy of staking a claim to is the toilet. Of course he figures
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that everything I do in and around the toilet must have some special
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significance, none of which is immediately apparent to him. I can
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just hear the thought ricocheting around in his head: "He can have
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the stupid porcelain bowl for all I care, as long as I get to keep
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the back yard."
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Copyright (c)1994 Bill Luby
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