The Little Pack

Tonight’s blog post is about none other than Cheyenne. She gives me so much material to work it, I often can’t help but write about her. She is so exuberant and full of joy that even when she is naughty it is hard to stay mad at her. I always feel as though she “gets” life, and that if she could laugh out loud she would. She loves to poke fun at others, most especially Jack and Baby Titten, and I am not immune to this. Which brings me to this afternoon.

I took the dogs out. Cheyenne was busy doing what she does best–digging holes in the front yard. I leashed her to bring her back to the house. When we got to the driveway she laid down. I said, “Come on Chey, come on! Let’s go inside!” She rolled over and tucked her tail as though afraid. I decided that being the leader is all about attitude, so if I acted like her leader, I would become the leader. Flawless logic, I might add. I decided to treat her like she was a horse, if you act unsure or look over your shoulder the horse will refuse to follow you. So I confidently took the leash in my hand and started walking, without looking back, and dare I say knowing that she would follow. She did! At which point I was so excited that I looked over my shoulder to confirm this was really happening, and she promptly laid down, rolled over and tucked her tail. Because the universe also likes to play jokes on me, the neighbors came home at this exact moment, and the ridiculousness of the way the situation looked was not lost on me. Thankfully the neighbor’s dog barked, which interested her far more than this bizarre little game she was playing with me, her concentration was broken, she popped up and inside we went. Gotta love Cheyenne.

Tags: Cheyenne

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