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Good Morning everybody. I’m at my desk, and Jimmy is in his bed beside me. I thought Pippin was coming up, too, but he’s only made two dashes into the office then, at top speeds, back out and down the hall, and down the stairs, and then right back up. He is playing some game that is a combination of tag and keep a way with Jon.
It started innocently enough with Jimmy wondering back to Jon’s office then following him back towards the stairs, and me just wanting to know which dogs were coming upstairs with me. My goal was simply to sit down and get to work. So Jon helped herd Jimmy up here, then Pip was trying to play licky-face through the banister with Jon. We don’t let the dogs lick us on the face, not if we can help it, we know where their tongues have been. But something about almost getting there excited the big puppy, and the next thing I know Pip is tearing around like some fifty-pound black blur. Jon is agging him on, making bark noises, and snuffling noises, and crawling around on his hands and knees, and the puppy is just loving it. I play with the dogs, but apprently I don’t imitate play behavior as well as Jon does, because Pip never goes quite as nutso with me, as he does with Jon. It’s a gift.
The game ended when Jon tired before the puppy, but who doesn’t tire before a puppy? Then Pip gulloped (gallop isn’t quite the right sound) down the stairs with Jon, and they raced off both of them tired but smiling. Dogs do smile, you know, or at least most dogs do. I am willing to believe that there is a breed or mix out there that does not smile, but I have yet to be introduced to it.
Phouka and Sasquatch are downstairs with Darla in her office. Pip is with Jon, and I’ve got Jimmy. There are days when I think I have too many dogs. Today is not one of them. After all if we had fewer dogs not everyone would have one to keep them company at work. And that would be a shame.