Material Dog

Trekker demonstrated his excitement of being home with corgi lap after lap through the house. Under, over and through he went not needing a playmate or minding the furniture displacement he created from his enthusiastic jaunts as he rounded the rooms. The joy of running was obvious, he was HOME. As he wound down I settled into the sunroom for a little mindless TV. This is usually Trekker’s signal to lie up on the chair with me or to settle in on the nearby dog pillow with a chew toy. Not so last night.

Trekker gathered his first chew toy from the family room and settled onto the dog pillow but only for a second or two. Then he was off again to retrieve another toy, and then another, and then another. His pile was growing until the only toy or chew that he had not gathered was the one Shiloh was chewing on. Trekker sashayed over to Shiloh and reached in. Shiloh’s lip curled and low warning stopped Trekker from his intended nab, but he was not to be deterred. Trek settled in a few safe inches from Shiloh and intently gazed at the coveted chew bone. Every so often a frustrated whine would be emitted from Trekker trying to signal Shiloh to hurry up. And as all big brothers who have the upper hand do, they taunt the younger ones and take their time. Finally, Shiloh had enough and moved on for a nap on the sofa footstool. Trekker grabbed the coveted chew and added it to his pile. He made a final lap through the house making sure that nothing had been left behind; when he was completely satisfied he laid with a contented sigh. Can a dog be materialistic? Yes!