This picture says it all. Here's our friend John with me—the relaxed one—and Shane—the tense one. Now, John has always been a dog man. He understands us. Sometimes, he thinks he's a dog himself, and he gets down on the floor and asks me if I want to play with him. Even though he knows I don't know how to play, it's nice that he asks anyway. I mean, it's so cute the way he keeps trying to get me to act more like a human and the way he tries to get himself to act more like a dog. I'd like to give him some pointers, but it wouldn't help. Either you're a dog, or you're not.
But, would you look at Shane? When John comes to visit, Joan always has to remind him NOT to stick his face in Shane's, because John forgets that as much as he tries, he's got that humanness about him and there's no escaping it.
Don't get me wrong. Shane likes John. But, he still gets all nervous when John's on the floor acting like one of us. That's why he just sits there and stares at Joan's camera. I'm telling you. Maybe you can teach an old dog new tricks, but you can't teach an old dog human tricks, and you can't teach an old human new dog tricks. Wait. Now I'm all confused. Thanks, John.
Best wishes, Juno
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