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Dancing Paws

Today after a long day Joe tried to tempt me into playing with him by tap dancing, sliding, wiggling, waggling and shimmying down the length of the living room and back, laughing all the while.

This is why I have a puppy - no other thing can radiate as much pure, inviting joy as a dancing dog.

The Ideals of Lassie

I've been a bit under the weather which involved days of (prescription) drug-induced lassitude. B. took care of Joe's needs while I lay flopped on a couch in a twilight state for a couple of days, as per doctor's orders.

Sadly, I have to admit I expected Joe to notice that I wasn't well and to respond Lassie-like with sympathy and quiet attendance.

Not really a smart expectation of a puppy, as he did come and lay nearby only to whine, whistle and hoot his dismay at my refusal to chase him about.

He's a puppy, with puppy needs and I'm a girl with unrealistic Hollywood ideals..."What is it, Joe? Ahh, you're worried about me! Put down my slippers, that's a good boy. Oh, you've brought flowers? That's so sweet!"

And once again, I am humbled by what I learn when I examine what I expect from my dog.

Yeeps. If I was 6 years old it'd be less embarrassing.