I’m not sure I could date a dog. Not just for the interspeciesness of it, but for the fact that there is nothing more sad than an apologetic dog. The whole world turns to ashes and tears around a dog that wishes it could turn back time to undo its transgression.
That’s why I have a cat as a partner. Her regrets rarely go beyond “oops, maybe I shouldn’t have done that, but, you know, YOL9”.
I’m actually fairly certain my dog is never *apologetic*, just *submissive*. His pain seems solely connected to the fact that I’m angry at him and he wants me to be not angry, not that he has wronged me and wants to make up for it. If he felt sorry, he’d’ve dropped that sock *before* it got him crated.
Yup, we’ve had dogs like that. We used to have a Scottie that had a personality very much like Bart Simpson. Never apologetic, and never really even completely submissive. He was also extremely intelligent. We’ve also had dogs that really wanted to do the right thing, and were truly contrite when they failed. (And one cat that was oddly doglike – go figure.)
It’s not just that they are in charge. People in charge can be wrong, and apologize when they are. Cats, on the other hand, see themselves as gods, and as such, they are never wrong.
And then there’s ferrets. I have five, and I used to think ‘How wonderful if they could talk! They’d be the best companions ever!’ WRONG-O. They would *never* shut up, and they’d constantly be telling me about the other ferrets stealing their stuff and wanting treats and wanting to smell THAT and get into THAT and WHY CAN’T THEY GO OUTSIDE, HUH? HUH? THAT BIRD IS OUTSIDE, SEE, IN THE TREE NEXT TO THE WINDOW! And then we’d just get into a “discussion” about Which One Of You Made The Secret Bathroom In That Corner, Yeah, That One, and I’d need Tylenol.
At a US average cost of $2.61 a pound in 2017, and with roughly 80 grapes per pound, that means a single grape costs a little over 3 cents.
Of course, if it was on the floor, it counts as waste, and therefor is worth nothing.
Given Sweetheart’s love of bureaucratic nonsense and paper pushing, you’d think she’d bother to research these sorts of things, so she could properly calibrate her amount of tortuous guilt.
It’s one thing to feel bad about dooming all life on earth with a supervolcano by means of leaving a fire door open, it’s another thing to feel bad about destroying already unsaleable produce that can’t be sold. In fact, such a grape would actually cost the company a couple tenths of a cent per second that an employee has to spend stopping their work to pick it up and dispose of it, and so disposing of it for them actually would save them money.
Well, did she pay for it, or did she leave the sticky mess on the floor?
Not that I can blame anybody for grape-related messes, considering the Great Sibling Grape Fight of ‘09.
Crabbing about love life or lobstering about irradiated food. Crustationing, in general, refers to people complaining without considering the feelings of other is, if I may say, shellfish of them.
But the worst thing I ever done – I mixed all this fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then . . . then, I made a noise like this: “hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa” and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other.
Well, Unity, you know once Sweetheart gets going…
Looks like somebody needs a hug.
Also, I love Unity’s sweater.
Makes me think of Warrick from Namesake.
I’m not sure I could date a dog. Not just for the interspeciesness of it, but for the fact that there is nothing more sad than an apologetic dog. The whole world turns to ashes and tears around a dog that wishes it could turn back time to undo its transgression.
That’s why I have a cat as a partner. Her regrets rarely go beyond “oops, maybe I shouldn’t have done that, but, you know, YOL9”.
Our cat expresses no regret whatsoever.
Our dog, on the other hand, expresses no intelligence whatsoever.
I’m actually fairly certain my dog is never *apologetic*, just *submissive*. His pain seems solely connected to the fact that I’m angry at him and he wants me to be not angry, not that he has wronged me and wants to make up for it. If he felt sorry, he’d’ve dropped that sock *before* it got him crated.
Yup, we’ve had dogs like that. We used to have a Scottie that had a personality very much like Bart Simpson. Never apologetic, and never really even completely submissive. He was also extremely intelligent. We’ve also had dogs that really wanted to do the right thing, and were truly contrite when they failed. (And one cat that was oddly doglike – go figure.)
Cats are in charge. And those in charge only rarely apologize to underlings.
It’s not just that they are in charge. People in charge can be wrong, and apologize when they are. Cats, on the other hand, see themselves as gods, and as such, they are never wrong.
And then there’s ferrets. I have five, and I used to think ‘How wonderful if they could talk! They’d be the best companions ever!’ WRONG-O. They would *never* shut up, and they’d constantly be telling me about the other ferrets stealing their stuff and wanting treats and wanting to smell THAT and get into THAT and WHY CAN’T THEY GO OUTSIDE, HUH? HUH? THAT BIRD IS OUTSIDE, SEE, IN THE TREE NEXT TO THE WINDOW! And then we’d just get into a “discussion” about Which One Of You Made The Secret Bathroom In That Corner, Yeah, That One, and I’d need Tylenol.
Considering what Trader Joe’s charges, one squished grape won’t bankrupt ’em…
But, but, it’s the principle of the thing! And that grape probably costs as much as that grand latte in the next shop.
I… Is anyone else having deja vu about this strip? Was there some flash to the future that revealed some part of this?
The Trader Joe’s part or the date part? Sweetheart and Unity do hang out together quite often.
At a US average cost of $2.61 a pound in 2017, and with roughly 80 grapes per pound, that means a single grape costs a little over 3 cents.
Of course, if it was on the floor, it counts as waste, and therefor is worth nothing.
Given Sweetheart’s love of bureaucratic nonsense and paper pushing, you’d think she’d bother to research these sorts of things, so she could properly calibrate her amount of tortuous guilt.
It’s one thing to feel bad about dooming all life on earth with a supervolcano by means of leaving a fire door open, it’s another thing to feel bad about destroying already unsaleable produce that can’t be sold. In fact, such a grape would actually cost the company a couple tenths of a cent per second that an employee has to spend stopping their work to pick it up and dispose of it, and so disposing of it for them actually would save them money.
Well, did she pay for it, or did she leave the sticky mess on the floor?
Not that I can blame anybody for grape-related messes, considering the Great Sibling Grape Fight of ‘09.
She’s a dog who stepped on an edible item. She probably stopped to groom her paw, and ate it before she had a chance to think twice.
The real “value” of a grape on the floor is negative.
It’s a liability hazard because somebody could slip, get injured, and sue.
Hey Sweetheart, you know what would make you feel better? Rampage! At Trader Joe’s even!
Crabbing about love life or lobstering about irradiated food. Crustationing, in general, refers to people complaining without considering the feelings of other is, if I may say, shellfish of them.
Sweetheart, again, you are flawed and imperfect.
And we love her and wouldn’t have her any other way
Sweetheart is adorable when she’s being all neurotic and confessing. Admittedly, it might wear off quite quickly, but for panel 4 it’s adorable.
Sounds like my dog is your dog’s sister.
That was for Kirala. Replies just don’t track.
*Grape escaping its clamshell* “I’m free! I’m free!” *Splat!*…. grape squash.
Canadians…
But the worst thing I ever done – I mixed all this fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then . . . then, I made a noise like this: “hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa” and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other.
Ever watched “Stand By Me” and the pie eating contest?