She jiggled and slept on my shoulder and in my neck, her
muzzle on my collarbone, during the 4 hours it took us to drive home (Irvin was
driving).
She welcomed all the new features of her new home with
enthusiasm, sometimes even joyfully hopping on the spot.
Each step is almost higher than she is, but only a few days
were needed for her to climb the stairs, leaping from step to step like a tiny
mountain goat. She is afraid to go down though.
She adores Sitka, follows her everywhere, and tries to
imitate her every move. Sitka does not reciprocate those feelings.
When she gets growled at and pushed back by the alpha pup –
because she interfered with the routine of her favorite moments, chewing on ice
cubes, peaceful naps, or tender moments with us – she flattens herself on the
ground in total loving submission. Then, without any psychological insight, she
rushes back on Sitka, tries to get her to play, nibble on her ears… until the
next bickering.
She loves to cuddle in our arms, warm and so soft. But soon
she does bite everything she can reach, phalange, ear, lip… I am not sure she
got the memo about her puppy teeth being currently as pointed as needles.
She reminds me of Tashina, but they are also different.
Denali’s muzzle is longer. She is not shy as our very first pet was.
She cries at length, expressing deep emotions, when she
loses sight of us. Sitka hates hearing this and goes in hiding in faraway
places in the house.
She woke me up at 4:30 AM early this week because she wanted
to play. This was the night where I was done writing an intricate introduction
to the chapter 13 of the Gospel of Mark (the “apocalyptic” chapter) at 1:30
then had to wake up at 6:30 for a day full of meetings.
She follows us step by step so closely that we sometimes go
into sudden unconventional dance movements when we want to avoid walking on her
while not falling down.
She joyously gallops like a foal, especially when she is in
the middle of a spectacular action, such as unrolling the toilet paper behind
her after she got hold of its end in an unauthorized raid inside the bathroom.
In other words, we totally control the situation.
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