One of these days, I'm afraid I’ll wake up and Socrates will have grown out of racing around the rooms, under chairs, taking sharp turns around foot stools and furniture, tunneling though people’s legs, and altogether slaloming around the house at breakneck speed. I hope that morning doesn’t come too soon; in fact, I hope Socrates never stops his racing, racing around--and around--exuding that joie de vivre (French poodles understand).
Besides, l love egging him on, putting more hurdles in his way (he doesn’t jump over them but finds new and creative ways of getting around them) and altogether getting him to do ever more agile, frantic runs and stops before he’s fairly exhausted, at least for a minute or two, just before he revs up again. I must remember to get out my camera and record these wild and thrilling performances. To me, the runs are the essence of his “puppy hood.”
Is he trying to catch my eye, trying to display careless abandon and bravado? Is he silently but persistently showing off? In puppy language, does that translate to something like “Look ma, no hands!”…? Or is he simply showing me what youth is all about? Invigorating, irrational, joyful, fearless, fun…as in: Just forget everything else for now, and let go... If Socrates’ paws could screech--the way car tires do—they would!
Is he trying to catch my eye, trying to display careless abandon and bravado? Is he silently but persistently showing off? In puppy language, does that translate to something like “Look ma, no hands!”…? Or is he simply showing me what youth is all about? Invigorating, irrational, joyful, fearless, fun…as in: Just forget everything else for now, and let go... If Socrates’ paws could screech--the way car tires do—they would!
This makes me miss when my dog was a puppy!! but he will always still be cute
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