Sibley, who I thought was the 'good' dog, has freaky leaping skills. From a dead standstill, she can levitate up and over our fence. Usually she performs this act in pursuit of a dog, a deer, a squirrel or maybe a passing butterfly. She also tends to shred the hand that feeds her. All in good fun.
One of the many reasons that I enjoy dogs, is that unlike certain nameless children, dogs don't complain. They don't whine, "I'm bored." I had a black lab who was able to amuse herself. When she couldn't find someone to throw the
ball, she'd drop it at the top of the driveway and run to the bottom to
retrieve it. Dogs would walk by and she would barely look at them, much less chase them. Once, when I was recovering from back surgery she joined me on the bed. I smelled necrotic flesh and discovered she had a large gash on her leg. Never said a word about it, just soldiered on. I asked my husband about it and he said, "Oh yeah, she ran a little slower this week."
Sam, my son's other dog, is a nudge. If he's not barking or baying, he's grumbling. I want to tell him to go read a book.
On the other hand, both Sibley and Sam are excellent cuddlers. My black lab was more of a, "oh, if you must pet me, go ahead."
My son returns tonight, God willing.
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