Space Dog

Feel compelled to write about this again because my suspicions have only grown stronger. It's regarding my pooch, my alleged Pomeranian Chihuahua, and I only say that because everything about her has been sort of questionable.

We suspect she's not an earth dog. Yes, somehow she got teleported to a litter in a Santa Clarita suburb. We saw her, snatched her up, and brought her home at nine weeks, everything seeming normal and wonderful. But, then the questions.

For example, every dog loves to be brushed. Not mine. You get a quick look of disdain, maybe some teeth shown and half-snarl. After ruling out any hidden issues, and the veterinarian literally shrugging her shoulders, I remained puzzled. "Hey, dogs are different, like us.", it became the explanatory mantra for Widget's peculiar ways; we trusted nature. 

But then, more incredulous traits. I discovered that my dog isn't too crazy about bacon. Now, what earth dog doesn't go into absolute conniptions over pork in any form? She'll sniff, take a nibble because she sees my expectant grin, but clearly not on her breakfast menu- honestly, is that even normal?

Alien dogs may not have a bacon gene, who knows? Add to that her unnerving stares, as if she sees me from another dimension. Then, she'll turn slightly to stare again, with only one eye, as if I should know how lucky I am to have her. 

Maybe I am, and maybe bacon is no big deal after all. My friends who are critter parents will say that thinking too much is like too many treats; after awhile, it's indulgent But, I've got my eye on this strange dog. She'll slip up, reveal herself one day, beyond any cosmic doubt.