Lucy in the Park
Lucy in the Park, originally uploaded by tigerwillow.
Lovely girl. It’s been six weeks since her adoption, and she now notices a pattern to the days. I get herded to the dog food twice a day, I am alerted to the presence of squirrels in the back yard, the trash truck in the alley or the guy with the spaniel on a ridiculously long leash. I am also told when it is time to go for walks on leashes so that the neighborhood may know that it is safe.
At 2:50pm, she comes into my office and looks politely at her watch. Time to pick up the boy from school. She has a following of squealy girls and a few guys at the schoolyard. But if that little black fluffy dog is there, forget it – all her manners go by the wayside.
When we go to the dog park, she spends a lot of time herding the smaller dogs, and chasing the ball-chasing dogs. She only herds the resident terrier at the end of the day when she is bored with everything else. He growls a warning, then apologizes and they snooze together on the dog couch, on opposite ends.
She also goes to all doctor appointments, shows promise as a service dog, and exhibits impeccable car manners. Except on the road trip when she nosed into the scones I was saving for Monahans. They were gone when I looked for them - an innocent but faintly orange and cranberry-loving look on her face.
She sleeps under my bed, and when she dreams, the woofs and quick inhalations come up through the mattress more than become audible. ONe night only, I let her sleep on the bed with me. She was a most amiable companion and did not hog the bed at all. When she sleeps under my chair during the day, she sometimes leaves a puddle of drool and then modestly cleans it up when she wakes up.
She is my last three dogs rolled into one and I adore her.