"Sadie, being her grumpy self."
I’ve mentioned before how everything makes Sadie uncomfortable. And by “everything” I mean simply horrible things like touching, affection, happy thoughts, fresh air, etc etc.
So when I wanted to take a few pictures of Sadie, I made sure to lure her over to a quiet side of the yard, far away from all the fun the other dogs were having, in the hopes that Sadie would show me her good side now that she was at least three feet away from another living creature. I was doing her a favor, really – up until then she’d spent the past twenty minutes sitting rigidly off to the side of the yard, growling whenever the other dogs happened to get too close (meaning, less than three feet).
Seriously, it’s got to be hard work staying that uptight.
So there we were, Sadie posing in front of some lovely flowers and I second away from snapping the first picture… when Jack comes strolling into view. And for all of Sadie’s faults, she’s still an extremely obedient dog, so she studiously stayed exactly how I had positioned her despite the fact that Jack was all in her space bubble, giving her a thorough sniffing.
But then there’s her face. Oh, that look on her face, betraying her inner demons. This is how Sadie feels about life 99.9% of the time, like she’s channeling the enthusiasm of an old woman with trespassing children on her lawn. And Jack could not have cared less about Sadie’s angst. He just kept sniffing, got his fill, and walked away.
Sadie was extra grumpy for the rest of the morning.