We occasionally have 3 dogs cohabiting with us at the moment. Quin, who looks a little like Droopy with a genital licking obsession, Bar Bar, he's the fecalpheliac that I've written about in the past, and Remi. (I accidentally wrote 'Rimi' then, which would be a very appropriate name for Quin!).
Remi is the only bitch of the 3 and she's the most intelligent. The dogs get excited and want to be stroked, and as they get up Remi takes this opportunity to spread out on all 3 beds so there is no room for any other dog. When she wants stroking she stares. In fact when she wants anything she stares. She stares without blinking, forever! She looks beyond the eyes, into the mind and soul, watching and waiting. And she's stealthy. She makes me want to check the knife cupboard every now and then to see if anything's missing. It wouldn't surprise me to find a blunt screwdriver, some strong tape or rope and a rolled up carpet beneath her bed.
But when she's playing in the snow she forgets about her murderous thoughts and actually smiles.
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| "Smiling Remi" |
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