Recently I noticed that Honey and I have something in common.
No, it’s not constant shedding (although there are lots of long silver and gold hair on our pillows).
It’s that we both act like we’re in the mafia.
Honey and Pam in the Mafia
Let me explain.
When I walk into a restaurant or library or meeting, I scout out the perfect seat.
My preferred seat gives me a view of all the exits with a wall or corner at my back and with a window at my side.
If I’m forced to sit with my back to a door, I get very antsy.
And I’ve just noticed something about Honey.
When she jumps on the bed, she lies against Mike’s pillow at an angle so she can look out the door. If we’re in bed, she ALWAYS faces out the bottom of the bed, never with her head at the top, beside ours.
There’s only one reason.
In an earlier life, we must have been mafia hit men.
Why else would we feel such a strong need to monitor the exits and entrances to a room?
Your Turn: Are you and your dog always on alert? Or are you more relaxed about your view of a room?