This not-so-little dog of mine, the one I still refer to as Little Brown Dog, or LBD, is truly a lover of the dramatic. She sighs, she groans. She strolls and trots and sniffs every interesting spot on our morning walk, tail wagging all along, and when we return, oh the exhaustion, the insult of the heat, the torture of being made to labor outside when there is cool air and a couch inside, a couch on which to nap for the rest of the day! She looks as if she can't move, as if gravity is holding her down, as if she is miserable with pain. Don't believe it for a minute. If I were to walk into the kitchen right now, she'd fly from this spot in a brown blur of movement, and get to me in two leaps in hopes of scoring a treat.
Her drama? It's one of the many reasons I love her. Who are you loving today?