Inventing Mythology and other everyday activities in writing and life
Thursday, January 8, 2009
anthropomorphism is aweome and all...
but I have to work too hard not to do it in real life. My dog does not love me, no matter how many times I say he does. He looks to me to provide him with shelter, food and comfort. He may or may not appreciate these things. He seems to enjoy my company and the care I provide, but I do not assume that I can define love for a dog. If he were human, I would call him loyal and devoted, but is it fair to call him so as a dog? Perhaps he does love me, in the way that only dogs can love and humans can never truly understand. Even if that is so, my human words could never properly express his affection.
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