I have to admit, I’m a bit dog crazy. At least with my own.
Yesterday, C left Curly with me when he went to work…we had a lovely ‘girl’s day’. I took her for a walk, scooped up her poo, and then we went for coffee. You know…stuff girls do when they go out.
Anyway…I am continually fascinated by the idea of cross species communication. I mean…wtf? It just bewilders me that she and I communicate without a shared language. I mean, other than ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ and ‘nooooooo’ and ‘oh christ, but you just went out’.
I sat outside with my new book and read while she was quite happy to lay at my feet and rest her chin on my foot. She continually rested her chin on my foot. That kills me.