While the humans were away, Dixie and I took the opportunity to lay around outside and ponder the meaning of life. She is an extraordinary hound.
EB: How old are you Dixie?
Dixie: I celebrated my fourteenth birthday this week. That means that I am 98 in human years.
EB: Did you have any difficulties training your humans.
Dixie: No, I’ve got them trained to give treats after I poop and peep!
EB: Wow! That is extraordinary.
Dixie: You’ve got to be consistent in their training. But more importantly, you must let them think that they are training you.
EB: What is the best advice you can give to others.
Dixie: Dogs or humans?
Dixie: To my fellow canines I would say, trust your nose. If it smells like a old poop it probably is. To humans I would say they need to find a cure for their angry man disease. They have all the symptoms except foaming at the mouth. If they’re not careful, the world might go to the dogs.
EB: What is the meaning of life?
Dixie: Nothing, unless you take the time to be kind and enjoy the sniff. As you probably know we are here to look after humans. Some of them suspect this but most are oblivious and are obsessed with collecting green paper, plastic rectangles and hoarding inorganic material.
EB: Are you worried about humans.
Dixie: Yes, they are very confused about right and wrong.