Saturday, September 13, 2014

Nicki & Mia

I had my head buried in some stupid MacProblem when Nicki started pesting, earlier than usual, to go out.  Since it was taking forever to repair my laptop's permissions, i figured i might as well give in to Nicki's insistence.

He could hardly wait and dragged me down the street to the back road which runs along the edge of a forest and horse-field.  Once there, in the post-dusk distance, i saw some blurs one of which was black...

Aaaah...  Nicki was whimper-throating.  Sure enough it was Travis and Mia.  Travis is fairly laconic but he likes dogs.   "Shall we let 'em play?" I asked.  "Sure."   We each unleashed our straining dogs and.....

 ROMP TIME!!!!!!   
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The two ran, pounced, jumped, pounced, ran and so on with boundless energy for three quarters of an hour without stop while Travis and i talked about the city's traffic cops who are now lurking about undercover.

There was nothing undercover about the pups who were being as ostensibly DOG as could be imagined.

I remarked to Travis that Nicki must have smelled Mia which is why he was so eager to go out.   After a while, Travis mentioned that Mia sits on their front porch waiting for Nicki to walk by.  "She does?"  "Yep."

"Mia doesn't like other dogs, that much, and definitely not that white husky" he said, "but she's different with Nicki."

It has been obvious for a while that Nicki and Mia have a "thing" going and I wondered what complex of smells, hormones, memories, and  happy-triggers run through their doggie brains.  We put labels on everything.  I suspect dogs do not.  Even so, they certainly have an arrangement and hierarchy of sensory pulses.... and Mia and Nick are high on one another's pulses.

And more,

With our dogs back on their leashes and walking along with us quietly, Travis and I came to the place where we part ways.   Just then,  Nicki and Mia turned toward one another, reached over and gave eachother a parting slurp.

Travis and I exchanged a glance.  Nothing needed to be said.