I asked Barney why he chased the mailman. “Because they were always bringing misery to the house,” he explained. “He never gave anyone anything good, except for maybe at Christmas. We dogs did our best to keep him, and the sorrow he carried in those bags, from our door. Besides, he never had anything for me.”
That was true. The mailman never had anything for us. Plus, he would not play with us. He could not be trusted.
But then, during my lifetime, things began to change for the better. We started to get mail. There were Christmas cards addressed to us. The postman slipped them into our box with a chuckle. Then came the packages from places called Amazon and Chewy that delivered us food, treats, toys, and games. Things sure had changed since Barney’s time.
It used to be that dogs barked at the mailman to chase him off, now it is because we want him to double-check this truck to make sure he didn’t forget anything that was addressed to us. Unfortunately, our personalities aren’t layered. A mail carrier can’t tell the difference between us running up to him and barking to chase him off, and us doing the same thing to greet him. The Lord didn’t give us any tonal bark deviations. Forget happy or angry, for a dog; sarcasm is just darn impossible. Everyone takes us too seriously.
We dogs are going to have to figure out a way to curb our enthusiasm mail delivery person wise. We have to remember to approach them with a wagging tail and a kind face. I am sure if we did that, we would prove ourselves no threat to them.
Unfortunately, they still taste so damn good.
Like everything in the mortal world, it's a struggle.