The oddest thing about having a pet are those moments where you see them industriously going about their business, clearly full of purpose, and for the life of you, you can’t figure out what is going on in their little heads.
Exactly why is burrowing under a comic on a sofa so goddamned important that you’re dedicating your life and energy to it? What do you expect to find there? When they run from one end of the room to the other, then stop, look around and then slowly walk off you wonder if they forgot what they were doing, or if they accomplished exactly what they intended to do. Or when they do the exact same thing a thousand times that you feel you can set your watch to it… THEN decide to change the routine, what on earth triggered that? Did they feel like they were in a rut?
When Dora sleeps, she sleeps hard. But when she’s awake, everything is constantly something to explore and, more than likely, something to knock onto the floor.