We have been dog-sitting for Jeremy this winter
while he has been ricocheting between coasts with his work. It has been an
enlightening experience for these city dwelling dogs. The first-floor window
view of cats, dogs, and people passing by is a fascinating pastime that begets
a competitive barking game similar to the human version of Slug Bug. Being tethered
in a backyard was actually quite perplexing at first. Who knew that lines could
cross so easily or that bolting beyond the end of the tether’s reach would be
so unforgiving? Do cats know that instinctively? At any rate, Cinder and Millie
have discovered the joys of lying in the cool grass, distinguishing the barks
of neighbors from those of transients, and dragging Grandma and Grandpa around
the yard in search of the best potty spots. While Millie becomes one with nature
and plays an intense statuesque game of cat-watching, Cinder has discovered the
painful source of buzzing in the clover, where to find the best chewing sticks,
and how to protectively strut across his domain to impress the birds and
squirrels (because no one else is looking). What a couple of characters!
