Loving the Meta
Sep. 19th, 2007 06:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammarwomanMy wonderful husband picked up David Hewlett's "A Dog's Breakfast" for me today. (Alas that I must wait until the Emperor goes to bed to pop it in!)
As I was unwrapping it in the kitchen (mentally drooling at finally getting to see the movie), the dog came trotting in, sat down expectantly and started licking her chops, associating the sound of plastic crinkling with a treat for her, or maybe getting a whiff of my pheremonal response.
The husband and I took a look at the dog and couldn't stop laughing.
You just can't fight the meta.
As I was unwrapping it in the kitchen (mentally drooling at finally getting to see the movie), the dog came trotting in, sat down expectantly and started licking her chops, associating the sound of plastic crinkling with a treat for her, or maybe getting a whiff of my pheremonal response.
The husband and I took a look at the dog and couldn't stop laughing.
You just can't fight the meta.
