March 25, 2009
Wednesday Bogie
Bogie fixed me with a penetrating gaze this morning; we stared at each other, me trying to understand the meaning of his intense stare. What lay behind those clear, brown eyes? Then, suddenly, he relaxed, his eyes softened, half closed, and he seemed to retreat within himself, the contact broken. (Click on images for full-size versions)
Meanwhile, at the other end of the hound, his feet -- paws? -- seemed braced for sudden action. Seconds later I heard the FEDEX truck pull up, and Bogie was charging the door, fur standing on end, deep, bellowing barks keeping the driver far away from the porch.
Posted by Mike Lief at March 25, 2009 12:11 AM
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