Day 9: Doggo Dance

I can't find a picture of them doing prawn, so here are some of
them doing hugging instead.

Today I am celebrating a back that makes me look like a liar... this morning I took about 5 minutes to stand up from my chair, this afternoon I was walking like a proper hiker and this evening twisting and stretching as we did impro games. 

I am DELIGHTED to be able to move again. I'm delighted now to be sitting on my sofa with a stretched out dog on either side of me, all legs. Like massive, hairy king prawns. With ears. 

I love that when they sleep, especially like that, their paws twitch, sometimes individual toes, and they do that semi-silent barky thing. You can see the diaphragm being activated for a proper bark, but all that comes out is a little whiney grunt. 

Face and leg biting = main job of dogs

I also love how they smack their doggy little lips when I stroke them, and how they bite each other's legs and make Chewbacca sounds, and how Baba makes a happy howl and rubs herself all over any boy dog she likes (I might do well to take a leaf out of her bold book).

These beauties are the source of so much stress and anxiety for me - they don't come back when I call them and sometimes run off - and the source of so much love, heart-softening and sweetness. 

You cute bastards.

I'm definitely not the best dog-mama out there, and I love them and do my best with them. We're finding our way together at the moment, and even when it's hard, I need to remember to appreciate their pleasing doggo bodies and their sweet affection. 

They are still scared of chairs and farts and my coat and sometimes me, even though I feed them. Even AS I feed them. But compared to how they were when I got them, they have definitely grown in confidence. Whatever happens, we have had quite a journey.

Thanks for the complexity of them. Thanks for the dance, doggos.