Tax season makes Dempsey mopey.
For the past few days, I've been hard at work on our income taxes, ignoring Dempsey. This makes him sad.
I can't blame him. After struggling all week with IRA conversions, HSA contributions, tax loss harvesting, and sundry other itemized deductions, I calculated that if we had had a flat tax, we would have paid just $130 more in taxes.
It feels like the tax code was designed by a cartoonist: an overengineered contraption that does a simple thing in a complicated way. We should put dogs in charge, I say.
Anyway, I thought that Dempsey needed some play time. So when I heard our friend John was babysitting a 9-week-old Lab puppy, I promptly invited ourselves over. I mean, who doesn't love a puppy?
It turns out, the answer is Dempsey.
After Demps and little Maggie politely sniffed each other's butts, Dempsey decided he didn't want to be friends. I don't know how dogs decide these things through a butt sniff, but Dempsey decided. He wasn't hostile or aggressive at all. He just snubbed Maggie completely.
And I mean completely. Poor little Maggie was jumping all over Dempsey as he played with Elsie, or ran after tennis balls. We even practiced some sit-stays, "lights," and "go get helps," which Dempsey did perfectly, even though Maggie was scampering all over him while he did it.
I'd never seen Dempsey snub anybody like that, let alone a cute little puppy. It was so dramatic, I started taking a video on my phone.
Of course, stupid me was so busy fiddling with my smartphone that it took me a while to figure out that little Maggie wasn't just pulling Dempsey's hair; she was pulling Dempsey's hair out.
Hence the abrupt ending. But apparently it bothered me way more than it bothered Dempsey; he never said a peep.
Dempsey is such a good sport. If he ever fails out of service dog school, I think there's a career for him as a therapy dog.