She is staying with me for the weekend while her foster lady is busy. Miss Emily is 10 years old, and I want to play with her so bad. She seems much more amen-able to circus games than "The Ancient One" these days, and if she were my dog I would change her name to "Little Robin," and carry her around like I was an opossum and put her in a pouch made of leaves and sticks from the backyard.
I think she wants to play with me, because she lets me smell her bottom and her ears and doesn't get snooty at me like ahem, certain dogs I know. We sat on the couch tonight all nice and quiet, but Miss Emily had different ideas.
First she started moving around. I think to get into a better spot to play.
And then she turned around and sort of just stood there while I watched.
I didn't know what to do so I stood real quiet because maybe she was going to do some nuzzling or a little wrestling with me.
|Oh Miss Emily, my name is Antici-pation!|
So I got up to do my Robin-move, and she layed down right in my spot.
Miss Emily didn't move.
This turned out to be a very dumb game.