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She Cries

In Psychology last semester we talked about how babies have different cries - the hungry cry, the sad cry, the startled cry, the angry cry, the hold me cry ... you get the picture ... and I'm sure all of you with kids are intimately acquainted with those cries!

Anyway, I realized this morning (not because I want to compare my dog to your kids...but sometimes there really are some pretty funny similarities) Piper definitely has her own set of cries - almost all of which revolve around playing (or food) in one form or another (that's why she and James are such good buddies - they are both motivated by two things: playing and food. ;) ). Here are a few of her cries:

- You have my ball! I KNOW you have my ball! Give me my ball!! (Accompanied by jumping and sniffing you for said ball)

- Food!! Can I PLEASE have your food?! Please?? (Insert pitiful puppy eyes and head cocking)

- Hey! You aren't paying attention to me! Don't you know the world revolves around me?! (Usually just one whimper. Just enough to get you to look at her. Then she wags her tail and runs to find a toy)

- Play????? (This cry follows the cry for attention...usually because she's come back with a toy to find that you are again not paying attention to her)

- My bone! My bone! I need to bury my bone! (Insert Piper wandering through the house in obvious distress with her half chewed bone hanging out of her mouth)

- There is a person over there - I see them! But they aren't fawning over me!! There is something wrong with this picture! Please come play with me!! (She will stare at them, wag her tail, cry and then turn to look at me like 'Help. It's not working!')

But my very favorite cry is the 'I'm SO excited to see you!!' cry - accompanied by profuse tail wagging, jumping up and down repeatedly and lots of puppy kisses. :)

Comments

Baby Sister said…
Haha. Cute, fun. I think the last would be my favorite too. :)

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