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“These aren’t arms?”   -Luke

The term “four-legged” would probably insult my dog, Luke.  It would imply he’s some sort of animal, and he tries very hard to separate himself from that title.  He sits with his paws crossed.  He never sticks his head out the car window.  And he will not sit on anything cold or dirty.  I’ve actually watched him fake-sit on the pavement.  He hovers without making contact.  

My family has a long history of four-leggeds thinking they’re two-leggeds.  It started 25-years ago with a dog named Buddy who opened doors and spit pickles and pills and continues today with Luke who cries to go inside and thinks he should get the pillow.

I knew Luke was special when John hid a pill in his food the second day we had him.  I went to pick up the bowl when he was finished eating.  It was wiped clean with the exception of one pill.  I couldn’t do anything else but laugh and think of Buddy.  My father would surgically insert pills into hot dogs and throw them to her.  She’d chomp, chomp, chomp, swallow the hot dog, then spit out the pill…every time.  To this day, it’s the best dog trick I’ve ever seen.  She could do it with Whoppers too, just sub out the pill for a pickle.  My sister used to take her to the Burger King drive thru.  Lettuce, tomato, no problem, but pickles were out.    Luke prefers to dine-in.  Here he is at The Panini Press too stuffed to finish his gourmet dog biscuit.

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