"I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt."
- John Steinbeck
Yesterday morning, Dex did something I would not have thought anatomically possible. She was sitting in the kitchen while I was cleaning it up. Being a dog, she sat in the place she'd calculated I would most often need to walk. As I was striding in front of her, she stuck her front leg straight out, like a Nazi salute, and tripped me. I tumbled forward clumsily, then whirled to glare at her. She looked away, as if she were watching something else.