We can try, but we can't really imagine what it's like to be a puppy in a grocery store. No music could overwhelm our ears in the same way. No sight could overwhelm our eyes. Nothing we experience with our senses can compare to the rich palate of scents that a dog can experience. And because they are so good at smelling, it makes sense to believe that they appreciate and remember certain odors in an emotional way.
|A picture of Dewey being good, |
in a down stay next to the grocery cart
I saw The Eagles in an outdoor concert in 1974, and I remember the sound so clearly now that I can almost taste it--crystal clear and beautiful. I have other sound memories like this--my first record player, Joe Cocker, Jimi Hendrix and all the sounds that came from it.
Will Dewey remember his trip to Publix yesterday? Will he be nostalgic about the aisle full of corn chips and potato chips and the bag that stuck out a little and teased him to take a little bite? Will he be a seasoned guide dog someday, and will he be working while at the same time daydreaming about the mysteriously stinky pile of goo just under the meat case? Just there, out of reach?
|Dewey, dreaming with eyes open|
I hope so.