As I do work in the backyard, be it mowing or hanging laundry on the line, Ziggy has taken a new stance: sentry.
She has always taken her duty of protecting me very seriously, but now she looks serious about. SErious like the lions at the New York Public Library. She sits or lays down and surveys out over the domain. Keeping me in the peripheral vision, all her senses are activated as I see her nostrils and ears twitch and her eyes scanning.
She does not hang out outside alone much anymore, which is rather disheartening as I bought this house mostly for the huge (by New Orleans standards) backyard. But she does like to be out there with me usually (sometimes if I'm out too long, she comes back inside to nap). She doesn't much like to play fetch anymore - I've apparently killed the joy. She'll do it in little spurts, which is fine as I also have a short attention span and find it boring to throw a ball for much.
She did kind of a peculiar thing this morning. I was walking to her with wiggling fingers saying, 'I'm gonna get you!" I rarely do this because it amps her up and she has a hard time playing at appropriate level when there's any roughhousing involved. Sometimes I do it to pretend to take away a toy or something such. But as I did it, she stayed where she was until I was in range and then she shot up putting her paws on my hips and mouthed my elbow hard enough that I could feel it. She was saying, "Look, I've got the protection skills. Anybody comes for us, I know exactly how to take 'em down. You sure you wanna play?" I immediately stood down and so did she.
She has always taken her duty of protecting me very seriously, but now she looks serious about. SErious like the lions at the New York Public Library. She sits or lays down and surveys out over the domain. Keeping me in the peripheral vision, all her senses are activated as I see her nostrils and ears twitch and her eyes scanning.
She does not hang out outside alone much anymore, which is rather disheartening as I bought this house mostly for the huge (by New Orleans standards) backyard. But she does like to be out there with me usually (sometimes if I'm out too long, she comes back inside to nap). She doesn't much like to play fetch anymore - I've apparently killed the joy. She'll do it in little spurts, which is fine as I also have a short attention span and find it boring to throw a ball for much.
She did kind of a peculiar thing this morning. I was walking to her with wiggling fingers saying, 'I'm gonna get you!" I rarely do this because it amps her up and she has a hard time playing at appropriate level when there's any roughhousing involved. Sometimes I do it to pretend to take away a toy or something such. But as I did it, she stayed where she was until I was in range and then she shot up putting her paws on my hips and mouthed my elbow hard enough that I could feel it. She was saying, "Look, I've got the protection skills. Anybody comes for us, I know exactly how to take 'em down. You sure you wanna play?" I immediately stood down and so did she.
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