This week Cameron confesses his tendency to “drool pools” when in the presence of tasty treats and meals and makes his case against Pavlov’s theory.
I must confess I am not perfect. I drool.
When I hear the microwave, refrigerator or stove doors open, the drooling begins. When Mike sits down at the table to eat, I drool. Since drool sends the message I am ready to help eat, I don’t release drops, I release puddles and pools of drool. Of course it drips all down my front legs and chest, so I know there are a few flaws in my system of drooling. I’m working on it.
I did recently learn you hoomans are fascinated with dog drool. Mike mentioned Ivan Pavlov, so I looked him up. Seems that guy, Pavlov, was a Russian physiologist who did research and wrote a book about dogs and drool. Apparently he’d feed dogs and ring a bell, then eventually he tricked the dogs to believe food would be served by ringing the bell. Then those dogs would drool. I drool just thinking about food.
Me, however, I don’t go for trickery. Had Pavlov pulled that bell-ringing on me, once would have been the limit. Then Pavlov would have had to find new, dry paper to write his research on and go home to change clothes. His new theory could have been on why dogs spit and why they raise a rear leg when they walk by. He could have also written about growling and biting.
Anyway, if you are one of the many hoomans fascinated with dog drool, go to the library and check out Pavlov’s book. I’ll let you in on a secret that he failed to discover or write about: dog’s drool because we want to. If you think drooling is disgusting, so are things you hoomans do, like snoring and passing gas. Guess someone needs to research those problems.
My plans are to keep on drooling. If you need to take photos or do research, just sit down at the table to eat and look at me. Oh, grab the towel and put it on the floor in front of me because I need to mention I am practicing to win an Olympic gold medal in drooling. If medals are given for curling, surely one can be offered in drooling. I rest my case.
— Cameron the Weim
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