Moby has just camped out in the dryer the last couple of days. I put an towel in there for his comfort. It didn't even rain today, and there he sat, all snug. Well, if he's happy, who are we to deny him? No harm done, his apartment too. It's UP. It's IN. And it's got a lovely dip shape with assorted lumpiness. Cat joy.
I do realize that my guesses as to what Moby is feeling are just that, guesses. Tail up, happy. Slinking, bothered. Purring and sniffing my nose - contented with me. People often think they know what their critter is thinking. But those who think dogs feel guilt are probably wrong. They just don't like getting caught or admonished. I suspect the people who make the second guess, that the dog just wishes he could steal more treats, and is unhappy that you are stopping him, are probably happier with their dog. And the ones who figure it's the dog's internal guilt are misunderstanding animal motivation, perhaps expecting more of the dog than the dog even understands. No doubt overlapping those people who project their own emotions onto others, instead of reserving judgement and assessing behaviour. Tricky business, mind reading.
None of us really knows anyone else's heart. So we have to go on daily proof, and the honest words of those we love. I could stop believing in D's love, and he would still be there. I know.
"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away."
- Philip K. Dick