Yesterday, I was visited by Patrick of Shannondale and Sasha of the Bloody Stump. Whoops, just kidding Sasha! I think her real name is Sasha of Pimlico, SOP for short. Anyway, their visit was unannounced. My Dad and I had just returned from grocery shopping and who was awaiting our return? His brother, Ed, one of my favorite people, Patrick of Shannondale and Patrick’s minion, Sasha the Hobbler (just kidding, sort of, Sasha). Well, perhaps I’m not kidding… Sasha has a reputation, apparently very well deserved, for OVER-gripping (gripping is a herding dog term) on the backs of humans’ legs, ankles, and achilles zones. And the OVER-gripping results in the drawing of BLOOD. My faithful and loyal readers will certainly remember Patrick of Shannondale, pictured below wearing his t-rex collar charm. Patrick is an excellent play-fighter and we are very good friends.
As far as Sasha the Maimer is concerned, I was introduced to her when she was a puppy. Remember, I wrote about my initial training efforts with her? Sasha the Gnawer is pictured below in her puppy days.
When she came INTO my home, yesterday, I ignored her. I could tell she was uncomfortable with me. And, Patrick, was being very protective of her. There were a few opportunities when I felt like initiating play activities, but Patrick would stand between us and give me, “eye.” I, too, understand the meaning of “eye,” so I thought it was best to just stare out towards the back yard and mind my own business. I am VERY good at minding my own business.
Last night, while sleeping on My Dad’s very comfortable down-filled Eddie Bauer storm coat, I had a very unusual dream about Sasha’s true animal ancestry, and here are some images downloaded from my brain:
My work is finished for the day. Off for a walk in our pleasant frigid weather. Love, MAGIC.