The Social Experiment Year 2: Doggone It

The Social Experiment Year 2: Doggone It

This time around, the roomie and I decided to explore man’s primitive roots. We wanted to see what insights on the human condition we could glean through living like a less evolutionarily advanced mammal. To aid our research, we paid a test subject, a small chiweenie mix named Maggie, $9 an hour so we could observe and emulate her behavior. We ate dog food, slept on the floor, and chased sticks every day. We hid during thunderstorms, wagged our butts vigorously when we saw friends, and rolled around in McCarthy Quad to absorb scents. This was going to be frustrating, limiting, aimless, we thought.

But our observations over the months proved us wrong. We noticed that Maggie paid no mind to bipartisan TV news or the latest social networking app, nor did she stress about impending midterms or internship recruitment efforts.

The life of a dog is a simple one. A happy one. Us humans have a tad more responsibility to handle on a day to day basis, but we have a lot to learn from our canine counterparts. At the very least, we could all use a bit more unconditional love. And naps. Lots of them.

Just kidding, we made an impulsive dog adoption and spent a whole semester convincing our landlord she was a service animal for my ADHD. Now we’re stuck with this expensive, furry midget creature… but hey, at least we got a little less messy.