Wild Thing

I often joke with my neighbor's chihuahua. I say, “Look at you, so frail. Did you know you are the descendant of wolves? Just 15,000 years ago your ancestors hunted and killed what they ate. They worked together to take down prey three to four times their size. They were fierce predators, cunning and tuned perfectly to their environment. Now look at you, digging in my compost, yipping at your shadow. Have you no dignity. You were a wild thing.”

He looks over his frail shoulder at me and says, “So were you.”

So I go back to eating my slice of pizza. I toss him the crust.