What Dogs Are Thinking

When I saw this picture, I thought the dog was thinking, “why am I here, and how did I get here?

The prompt asked, “ What do the think the dog is thinking before he get his brain scanned. I believe dog is thinking why did he had to be there, and why he was underneath the machine. I think the dog was mainly scared and confused in The picture and throughout the process. It takes time for a dog to start to feel comfortable in a new environment, so that's why he looks scared because the dog is nervous for being a new place. Plus with all the machines around the dog, it didn’t help with his situation. I looked at the article for a little bit, and it said that he could be hungry. That could be that but I don’t know about that.

I'm confused !

That dog looks terrified. He's probably thinking that he'd rather be anywhere else than there.

This is the most uncomfortable bed and the WEIRDEST house I've ever had.

again? this is getting old... maybe he'll get it right this time... hope they have a new playlist...

When am I going to get out of here? that's what the dog saying.

I hope this headband doesn't give me hat hair :(

Somewhat drifty... going over older events, probably stuff that makes him feel calmer, like being with mummy, waiting for dinner to finally arrive on a rainy day.

He better have a big, juicy bone for me when we're done here!

How could you do this to me? Get me out of here!

Food? Walk? Ball? Daddy (Mummy)? Stinky smell? I think that about covers it, without your fancy MRI.

This place is too noisy, too cold and not soft at all. Where is my human?

lick nose, stretch, yawn, look for ball, where's ball?, stretch again, Food? YAY! ball, ball, ball, go out? Out? YAY! run in circles! Fresh ari! poop (again) in front of trump sign on neighbor's lawn ( funny boss man doesn't get out one of those blue baggies?). sniff, sniff, hmmm? Boxer female from next street over..., sniff, sniff, that old farting dog from Main street...sniff, sniff, home already, hang head low, CAR? Ride in CAR?my lucky day! Repeat....then secretly read New Yorker while boss man is out.

"I wonder how long I have to sit here before somebody remembers to give me a treat?".... (sigh.) .... "I wonder if anybody knows I like pizza?" .... (sigh.) "Pepperoni, sausage and extra cheese would be fine. But no onions, artichokes, mushrooms or anchovies, please." .... (sigh.) ..... "Okay, I am willing to compromise on the anchovies...."

when are they going to feed me

I read the article about Wil the dog taking an MRI to my 5-year-old Irish Setter Suzie. She seemed interested, but then the Dog Show came on TV and she just turned around and watched who was winning the Terrier class and ignored me. And then I thought about how I looked when I got my MRI, and I think it was just like Wil.

OMG! What a terrible racket! What are they doing to this thing I'm in? I can hardly stand it. I wish it would stop...please! I want quiet--yes no noise--and a nice bowl of food...PLEASE! What did I do to deserve this?! (Come to think of it...that's just about the same thing that goes through my brain when I have an M.R.I.. Even with ear plugs, I'll bet he feels the same).

I'm gonna be SO good. SO good. They're gonna be SO proud of me.