Looks so sweet and innocent, doesn't he? <3
But returning from our run this morning with the sun at our backs, he cast a shadow that looked like I was walking a stegosaurus.
His spirit animal perhaps?
Going forward I'm going to pretend I have a pet dinosaur.
The wild beasts have been trained to sit and wait before they're allowed to eat.
(By eat, in Cool Whip terms, I mean ravenously devour every morsely the eye can see or the nose can smell as fast as her mouth can inhale it as though she has not eaten in days or weeks.)
I'm not one to work on training. Not because I don't want well-behaved dogs, but because I know I'll give in to their demands almost immediately. Yup, I'm that girl. Oh, you want to pee on every single bushrocktreepoletire that we pass?! No problem, I've got all day. I didn't need to run errands anyhow. -_-
One sad look gazing up at me with big brown eyes and I'm putty in their furry paws. Or the instant Cool Whip juts out her chin, melts her ears back, and turns her head away from me like an unruly teenager -- that's when I know it's over for me. I've yet to win the battle of wills with that one.
So I let them live a bohemian lifestyle, wild and free. And in return I get to enjoy seeing them run amuck and get excited by the little things.
Like ice cubes.
We don't play around with ice cubes in this household. Apparently they are a fine delicacy worthy of racing to the fridge as fast as four paws can get you there the second the ice dispenser makes noise.
The other day I emptied out the ice tray into the lawn and it was like a grand feast. Smiling faces, wagging tails! I can only imagine the brain freeze they were fighting!
For me, I'd just be happy if they could be trained to not puke on the bed in the middle of the night and leaving it for me to find in the morning after it has had a chance to soak through the comforter and sheets to the mattress pad. The little things. :)
I'm not invading your personal space mom, I just thought you'd want to stare at my handsome face some more. My gift to you.
Sunday morning run. Calm. Casual. Perfect start to the day...
A crow flies low down the middle of the road. Cool Whip’s ears perk up.
In my head: Ugh. Go away bird.
Crow lands in the middle of the road just ahead.
Cool Whip actively turns her head to watch it as we approach. She speeds up a little.
IMH: UGH! Go AWAY bird!
Crow looks at CW and struts toward us with a sassy swagger that in bird language I take to mean: “Come at me bro!”
IMH: Dammit. They’re going to battle.
CW lunges for the crow. “No!” She reaches the end of the leash just as she steps off the sidewalk. I bring us all to stop. Herc is completely oblivious to the looming war three feet to his left. He just wants to pee on the lamp post just ahead to the right.
Crow stares at CW. CW stares at crow. I scowl, "Whip, get back here." Herc sniffs the grass as a potential alternative to the lamp post he can’t quite reach. The air is getting heavy as threatening looks between bird and beast escalate. Crow slowly creeps forward. CW strains against her harness.
Suddenly a car comes rushing up the lane closest to us, barely missing the crow as it flies off at the last second. CW watches it escape then shuffles back to my side.
Herc looks up at me, mouth smiling open wide, tongue hanging out, happy as can be with not a care in the world. CW glances up at me looking mildly annoyed that we're still standing there, “C'mon mom, what’s the holdup??”
Morning run with the beasts.
Cruising up a quiet street when a random thought pops into my brain: Huh, we haven't seen a coyote in a while; though this is definitely a street on which we'd see one.
A minute later as we crest the hill over the freeway, about 50 feet in front of us... Coyote! Ohhh man!!
I immediately recall the last time we saw a coyote -- dogs went nuts and it took me 20 minutes to calm them down.
Today: Dogs. Barely. Flinch.
I've been working with them to stay calm as other animals/people pass by. We slow down to stop when I see they're getting antsy to go "play" with the coyote as it heads to the other side of the road to go down the embankment. A truck that was coming up behind us pulls into the center of the street just as we're slowing down. A man gets out and walks over to where the coyote went. I'm thinking he wants to take a picture of it when I see him pull out his phone.
He returns, sees us still sitting there and says he'll call animal control, and then continues with the following:
"As a postman, I come across a fair amount of dogs fighting or a dog going after a kid; I don't even think of what will happen to me as I jump in the middle to stop it, I just want to protect them. So when I saw the coyote and then you -- a young lady with her dogs -- I wanted to get between you two to protect you in case it came back for your dogs." **He pauses for a second.** "But now looking at that dog on your right (Herc), I see he could have easily handled that coyote!"
We laugh at that and talk a moment or two more as I thank him for his instinct to protect us.
Whether it was "just" a coyote or even something more threatening, most people would have driven on by. Especially if they were on their way to work. Thanks Mr. Postman!
And then of course after such an exciting adventure, the pups immediately took to napping after breakfast.