Sorry – I didn’t mean to drop off the edge of the blog world. My absence is due more to mundanity and inertia than a madcap social life.
To illustrate my lack of material, here’s Mamie trying to climb up my leg after My Guy tested the battery on the smoke alarm today.
Five minutes later she was still shaking, so I vested her up and took her for a turn around the yard to distract her.
Back in the house, fraidy-cat tiny dog restored to semi-normalcy (which amounts to her following me relentlessly through the house in case I might suddenly leave her) and it was time for me to get on with housework.
It probably doesn’t speak well for my housekeeping work ethic that vacuuming is such an unfamiliar and terrifying event for Mamie.
Large objects – like vacuums – are immediately suspect.
Large objects that roar are fiends of the devil.
Any other dog would have had the sense to run and hide, but since Mamie is constitutionally unable to let me out of her sight, she alternated between ducking around corners and peeking her head out to see if the Large Object had eaten me yet.
Sanctuary in My Guy's lap.