Not Just Another Coupl'a Cute Booties

We get comments about about our mild Temperaments all the time

and we take them as Compliments.

It's true that we're sorta exceptionally laid back

quiet calm mellow relaxed easy-going

Wire Fox Terriers.

We can't really offer a good Explanation as to why.

It may be our Nature

It may be our Environment

It may be our History

It may be that the TypicalTerrier in us

is gonna come out slowly

over Time

with daily Development of Trust and Confidence.

Really

It doesn't matter.

We are who We are

(and Moma loves Us so)

But

It's true

Our moma notices each and every little Change and new Behavior in Us

and mostly that's a Good Thing

('cause we get slathered in Attention and Cuddles when we do something new)

Which we do.

New.

On at least a weekly basis.

There's Jake.

The somewhat shy and still often intimidated 

Gentle Fella.

Who loves virtually everyone

and

Who adores lying by the front door watching for Friends and Critters

Only to wag his tail and brighten his eyes.

Until this week.

When

Something captured his Attention

and he BOLTED down the passage

BARKING at the top of his lungs

PROTECTING his household

and

ALERTING Moma

(for the first time in the two plus years he's lived here)

that SOMETHING deserved attention.

(It was invisible.  Moma never found it.)

Now

Mind you

He's only done that Once

but last night he did awaken in the middle of the Night

Growling at some SpookyOutsideNoise

Waking Moma and Being a WatchDog

(only to soon roll over and fall back into a sound restful Slumber)

OK

So

It's true

Moma had to help us reconstruct this Picture

(and it was honestly easy to do with the laser pointer ...

that will always provoke a good Run from Jake)

but here's a Visual

So you can better imagine the Scene 

A wirey laid-back Boy in Action

With a VeryCuteHiney.

Then there's me

Fergi.

The still very cautious and easily threatened

Sweet Princess (blush)

Who loves her DogBed and Moma's BigBed

Those being the only places that anyone can approach me

For much loved Cuddles, Pets and Kisses.

As much as I love those places

and as comfortably and easily as I'll go to them in the daytime

I have a rather compulsive Routine at Night.

(Until last night)

I will only go to bed (on the BigBed ... where else?)

by first running (tail up and happy) 

around the dining room table (always counterclockwise)

with Moma "chasing" me

Then

Bee-lining it to the Bed

Happy and Confident.

Moma has tried and tried to invite me up on the Bed otherwise

but I've refused

 (Until last night.)

So

You've guessed it!

Last night I jumped right up there on the BigBed

Right in front of Moma

Before she even turned it down

and

I waited

Tail up and Happy

for my VerySpecialSpot

I'm not sure who was happier.

So

Like Jake

Moma tried to help me reconstruct the Scene.

She shooed me into the bedroom

with the temptation of Treats

and a BoyDogBrother on my heels.

She got Lucky

and captured a pic of my Bootie

and my flip flap flying doggie ears.

So see?

We do move

and rock and roll

Sometimes

and we shake our Booties

On Occasion.

Briefly

Fleetingly

Momentarily

and Happily

And in yet another way

We know

Life is SoVeryGood!