He hasn't been sleeping much, but then he crashes hard. All-he-can-eat grass buffet, and he is gorging. Full of life and spring, he runs out, despite the neighbor dog's barks. Irrelevant. Of course, Spike is barking at me, just a bit, I call out to him that it's ok, just me, but Moby seems to already know, this is a dog who is fine with cats, just alert to variation and encroachment. Not a threat. So an open door, even for a slight moment is an opportunity, and he takes it. Every glorious chance to enjoy the air.
Out on the lawn in front a guy walks by, stops, Moby immediately goes to him for a scritch. Politely friendly, then off to sniff more, muddy his paws more. Guy chats with me for a few moments, about his cats and their dislike of leashes. For Moby, ain't no big thing.
Moby sleeps deeply, twitching ears and paws as he dreams of grass and chases. Fresh air and sunshine, or rain - as today. D says he didn't seem to mind the wet.
Frustrating day all around, good to focus on the moment, as cat does.
4 comments:
cats are good examples. We'd be healthier if we relaxed more!
His fur is lovely and shiny. All that grass must be doing him good :)
Our cat really didn't like the leash, but good that yours does.
gz,
No kidding.
RtheS,
He really does seem happier and healthier being able to get outside.
Phil,
Yeah, it's a strange thing, but he never seemed to mind his collar, and took to the leash as a necessary evil to be ignored. No idea why. Rather like his unexpected tolerance for children, just no big thing for him.
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